To say I like Star Wars is like saying I like cats. It's true, but a bit of an understatement. My house is covered in Star Wars--cat hair and dog fur too, but that's another story.
Like most people who can name every X-Wing pilot, Podracer, and creature in Mos Eisley's Cantina, I would gladly risk being laughed at by saying that Star Wars shaped quite a bit of my life.
This weekend, Cinemax will be playing all six movies back-to-back, four times in a row. Not bad at all. It's been a while since something good was on telly.
I haven't seen Attack of the Clones in 171 weeks, and that is a rather long time, so I will most likely catch some of the marathon, even though I could watch the DVDs or recite the movies in my head on any given day. It's not the thing of just watching the movies; it's how. I'm sure there are tons of people who are stockpiling soda and beef jerky in preparation for this event, and as I learned so many years ago, it doesn't matter to the geeks if we see the movie in the same room as long as we know some other geeks somewhere are watching. Hundreds of people the world over all downloading the same bootlegged movie trailer at the same time back in 1998 proved that. I think. Maybe it proved Star Wars fans are crazy, especially the ones with dial-up. Okay, so I didn't get to see the trailer for The Phantom Menace at the exact same time as everyone else, but I made up for it by watching it three hundred times...a day.
Cinemax has been running a preview for the movies with the Coldplay song Fix You, and, sap that I am, thought it was cool. No, it doesn't beat T.N.T. by AC/DC for the Death Star run, but I was not consulted.
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