Wednesday, May 19
~2:15: I go to bed, setting my alarm for 4:30.
~5:03: I wake up to hear "Brennen, it's 5:00... What time did
you want to get up?" from my mom, who has an eery tendency to wake up
around the time I'm usually going to sleep. Jump out of bed to notice my alarm
clock blatantly not going off. Put on clothes from previous day, grab wallet,
and run to car.
5:10: Slam car door, realize keys are not in ignition, yank door
handle, and hear a loud *snap* as something breaks. Observe that door is, in
fact, not going to open from the inside. Mutter several choice expletives while
diving out passenger side door and running back to house for keys. Drive to
town, hoping fervently that the car won't disintegrate around me for another
~5:20: Arrive in town. Wait 10 minutes for a friend to get ready,
drive to other friend's house, pick up money to buy tickets for losers who
aren't dedicated enough to skip school and wait 4 hours in line.
~5:40: Depart the bustling metropolis of Laurel, Nebraska for Sioux
~6:30: Arrive at Southern Hills Mall in Sioux City. Note that there
are 20-some individuals in line ahead of us. Think "It probably wouldn't
have made any difference if we got here half an hour later." I go to a
Burger King and buy greasy, unsatisfying, and generally worthless fast-food
breakfast. Return to our place in line. Half an hour later, notice that it
really wouldn't have made that much difference. Then again, it's the general
principle of the thing.
~9:30: We've been waiting around 4 hours, sitting outside the theatre
in the mall most of the time. A lame "best hits of the 70's, 80's, and
today" radio station has set up shop and is trying to milk some publicity.
We're repeatedly asked "You guys looking forward to seeing Star
Wars?", and expected to yell for the microphone. We're offered bagels, cut
into 6ths, as a bribe. Given that I forgot my copy of Cryptonomicon to
read, sitting in line is actually a pleasant experience. People all around me
talking about generally cool and geeky stuff. Then the line starts moving.
Moment of extreme happiness as we actually get tickets.
~10:45: The lights go down. Theatre hushes expectantly. Some
applause. Some trailers I don't remember very well... Adam Sandler's next
flick, something called Titan A.E. that sounded cool (CGI animated series,
maybe?), Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me (which looks hilarious)...
Fox logo thingy, with the giant letters and lights 'n stuff. Applause.
LucasFilm logo. Expectant hush. Familiar blue letters on a black background...
Blaring music... STAR WARS... Yellow letters scrolling... A few moments of
purest geek bliss. And then...
Ignore the critics, the endless news coverage, the general hype. See This
Movie. Form your own opinion.
Plot holes you could orbit the Death Star through. Continuity errors. Some
outright stupidity. The most awe inspiring and gorgeous effects work I have
ever seen. Lightsabre battles that are nothing short of beautiful. Things I
don't want to let into my personal understanding of the Star Wars universe.
Very poorly developed but still incredibly cool characters played by excellent
actors. Ewan McGregor is Obi-Wan. Yoda lives! Should have been 90
14:37 (2:37 PM): Get to school just in time for the last period of
the day. Wander around, talking to people about the movie and feeling utterly
at peace. Probably a combination of sleep deprivation, caffeine, and some kind
of post-Star Wars release. Talk at length with science teacher who saw it last
night at 12:01; got home around 4. Deliver tickets I bought for the 7:00
showing. Decide, as soon as school's out for the summer, to get ahold of ye
olde video projector and have an all night showing of Episodes IV-VI on the
side of the garage.
~16:30 (4:30 PM): Arrive home. Shortly after walking in door, hear
my alarm clock go off.
22:42 (10:42 PM): I do believe I've said more than enough. Maybe
I'll post some spoiler-laden comments later on a separate page, but it can wait
'til I've grokked the movie a little better... Maybe after a second viewing...
:: write in the margins