I've been listening to Galactica Watercooler's podcasts about the Star Wars movies lately. They've reminisced a bit about going to see the Star Wars movies for the first time in the theater. I have numerous memories, of course, but I was thinking about waiting for Empire Strikes Back to come out.
It was released in May of 1980 a month before my 8th birthday. I remember my mother showing me an article in Time or Newsweek magazine a couple of months before it came out. The article was one page long and had one picture: Yoda standing on the jungle floor of Degoba. I remember reading the article very closely, but it told you virtually nothing about the movie.
I stared at the picture intently, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. At first, I thought that Yoda was emerging out of the ground because it looked like his cloak went all the way down and he was so short. I think I eventually figured out that he was very small, but I couldn't figure out what he had to do with anything from the first movie. Incidentally, I didn't even have a clue what the title of the movie meant, nor did I care.
Second, my mom bought me a copy of Fangoria that had an article in it. The magazine in general was filled with oddities and bizarre pictures that left me uneasy about the world. Furthermore, there were only a couple of pictures from Empire, but they were of the stormtroopers on Hoth wearing their snow gear, carrying a mounted laser gun. I was absolutely ecstatic, which only made the anticipation worse.
The only other way to catch a glimpse of the upcoming features were of course trailers. So I, like everybody else, would go to movies wanting to see particular previews more than the actual movie. This appears to be the actual trailer that was shown in theaters. Watching it, I can't imagine wanting to see a movie any more desperately than I did then. Furthermore, what other movie actually delivered the way Empire did?
Lastly and perhaps most importantly. When the movie came out -- that was it. That was your chance to see it, then it was done. So I remember trying to absolutely soak in every moment for recall later. And when it was gone, it was gone. No videotapes. No movie channels. All I had from Star Wars was a little wind it yourself movie thing that you looked into, and it played about ten seconds from the movie with no audio obviously. I can't remember what that thing was called.
Actually Empire was the turning point. My friend John's father ended up getting a bootleg copy of Empire on Betamax, no less. That was the first time I thought, hey, there might be hope of seeing things when they aren't in the theater. Now we're a bunch of spoiled nancy boys.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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Even though I knew something about sequels at the time because I was a huge Godzilla fan, it never even crossed my mind that there would be a sequel to Star Wars (probably because I was not aware of "More American Graffitti"). Perhaps I just didn't think the world was worthy. Even at the time, it crossed my mind once or twice that Darth wasn't dead AND I knew from somewhere that he was a Dark Lord of the Sith, but had no idea what that meant, but I thought it was just done.
Of course, somewhere along the line, I became aware and one of the things that I don't think Louie touched on was that they came out with the Boba Fett doll before the movie. I actually believe that is why Boba Fett is so beloved in the Star Wars fan universe, because there were all these kids anticipating Empire and we all had a lot of free-floating love with nowhere to direct it... and suddenly there was Boba Fett and we didn't know who he was or what he did, but Goddamn if we didn't already love him. I love you, Boba Fett! Even if your death was lame and it turns out that you must be crazy from the encounter with your dad's head.
Maybe I don't remember this right, but I don't remember knowing that Yoda was going to be in it. I remember being completely blown away by Yoda. Perhaps my father was a weak figure in my life, but, like Luke, I immediately embraced Obi-Wan and I immediately embraced Yoda. When he said, "That is why you fail," I felt a bit like the ancients must've when Moses came down with the ten commandments. I've been a believer ever since, although I often do not do and not because, Master, I don't beleve it.
That's also the first time we find out that Jedi's can do all these crazy gymastics and that was mind-blowing. The force can make you tumble! The force can make you turn!
I also remember one of the first times I saw a preview of a movie I wanted to see in a magazine was of the 1976 King Kong and it had Jessica Lange and, I swear, you could see her nipples through a wet t-shirt. I was only six, but I wanted to see that freaking movie.
Oh, and I loved monster movies, but Fangoria always freaked me out. Busty, bloody t-shirts (like a wet t-shirt, but with blood) was a bit too much for me when I was a kid. Now I propose it every Halloween, but no one will do it (by the by, here is a point where I would normally randomly pick a posse's member's wife and say, no one would do it but THIS LADY and the joke would be, of course, she wouldn't, but I've gotten in some trouble with people taking that kind of joke seriously, so I'll pick a famous person instead) except Dame Judy Dench.
How about Jedi, Lou? How did you feel about that?
Mike, I don't much care for Hocus Pocus and ancient religions. I prefer to have a blaster of some sort at my side.
My position on Boba Fett -- perhaps because I did not have the doll before the movie -- I've never liked him, and I loved his pathetic death. Nobody messes with Han and gets away with it.
Incidentally, the GWC about Empire had a lot of Boba Fett discussion, and I finally heard somebody really go into why they love him.
Louie, I totally agree that this new fancy internet thing and all these DVDs have made us a bunch of instant-gratification wimps. I remember a bit of the run-up to Empire (yes, I had the Boba Fett doll before the movie, and was HORRIFIED to learn that he was in the employ of the Empire--Boba Fett, how could you?!), but the true, agonizing anticipation that defined my youth, that thickened my skin, that made me able to survive skiing in single digits in Lake Placid, 16 mile kayak trips, and able to walk back and forth to school uphill both ways was the wait for Jedi. The blood-curdling scream heard round the world in the spring of 1980 was me at the end of the movie when I realized George Lucas had just stuck us with a cliffhanger and I was going to have to wait another THREE YEARS to find out what happened. THREE....LONG...YEARS. That's longer than middle school, longer than it took to learn to drive a car and get a license. It is a FREAKING ETERNITY to an 11 year old. But I waited, and hoped, and waited, and finally on the glorious day when I went to see Jedi, how did George Lucas repay my patient loyaly? Motherfucking ewoks. You are a sick man George Lucas. A sick man.
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