Michael, Dad and I went to see The Force Awakens on Saturday. Mom couldn’t go because flashing lights bother her eyes.
This is going to be at least a two-part reaction. Up first: my spoiler-free reaction.
I’ll be honest: for one hideous second, I was afraid I hated the movie.
That moment passed. More moments passed and the movie ended. I just sat there, silent and still and completely overwhelmed. For one very long moment, I couldn’t remember how to string words together; I literally could not speak.
Then I turned to Dad and said: “I feel like I need to think for a week.”
Then I felt an overpowering urge to hug my family and tell them that I loved them.
Then I cried all the way home.
Then, when we got home it was like a comedy sketch, all three of us falling over each other, trying to get to Mom. I’ll never forget the look on her face–that look of absolute, dumbfounded bewilderment as the three of us, sobbing and staggering, rushed to hold her.
“Was it that bad?” she asked.
“No,” said Michael, “it was that beautiful.”
“I wanted you to be there so badly,” Dad told her.
“It was Star Wars,” I sniffled. “It broke my heart, but oh, was it beautiful and so Star Wars.”
We piled into the house, still crying, still reaching for each other. Jasper, Mom’s puppy, threw himself down and just panted. He’s such an empathic little dog that the poor guy was getting completely overwhelmed by the rampant emotions swirling around him.
30 hours later, I’m still drained. I felt like I’ve had a year’s worth of emotions crammed into me and I’m still processing. I wasn’t expecting to be this moved by it. I was expecting either exhilaration and excitement…or disdain and disappointment. I wasn’t expecting this reaction.
The Force Awakens was Star Wars, and oh, it was the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing I have seen in a long time. This is the movie I have been waiting for so long and oh, was it ever worth the wait. Go see it.
I need to see it again.
This is Star Wars the way it should be.