In lieu of having anything useful to do I shall tap out a few unspoiled thoughts on Star Wars VII, which I had the pleasure of seeing last night.
The force did indeed awaken and for the first time since 1983. The prequel trilogy were another genus. Linked, but with a different soul.
I am beginning to appreciate that episodes I, II, and III were inferior to the original trilogy. I appreciate it because I don’t think I could bear it any other way.
Episode VII is the Star Wars we have waited thirty-two years for. We wanted to continue the story of Luke Skywalker, and in the decades of cinematic denial the literary expanded universe spun off to fill the Alderaan sized void.
JJ Abrams decided to ignore the expanded universe and go somewhere different, yet comfortably familiar. He can do that because the movies are the supreme court of film canon. I am not going to go into the narrative of the film except to say that he does not reuse the Star Trek device of an alternate universe effectively cancelling out the story developed from the original series onwards.
This is, and is not a reboot. It is in the sense that it takes the controls away from Emperor Lucas and restores balance to the universe. It is not in the sense that the characters and style are authentic to the 1977-1983 trilogy. Han Solo and Chewbacca are really there, Leia is piggishly leading a resistance, X-Wing fighters are swooping over exploding Tie-fighters, and the Millennium Falcon is hurtling through space in less than twelve parsecs. This is the mythological space opera that gave generations of teens the protection that science fiction is cool. I cannot emphasise enough the importance of that fact.
I will postpone plot analysis and my predictions for the next movie for another time. Right now I want to leave you, dear reader, blissfully unspoiled. Please go and see Star Wars Episode VII The Force Awakens,and re-discover your childhood passion for a saga set a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.