The year was 1999, my brother, my cousin and I, travelled to our nation’s capital to experience the latest Star Wars movie, The Phantom Menace.
We walked out of that cinema different people. Unable to contain our excitement and joy of witnessing the latest Star Wars movie. It felt like a new era was about to begin.
Little did we know then, this movie would become a unanimously hated film of the franchise.
Years later, Attack of the Clones came out. Not the strongest or had the most satisfying endings of the trilogy. It felt like one big expose, which I guess was its purpose. We did, however, get to witness Yoda wield and battle with a lightsaber.
Then came my most favorite of the saga, Revenge of the Sith. Probably one of the most depressing days of my life. This coming from a guy who lost his father at age 16.
I’ll never forget driving home from that cinema, unable to think of anything, other than the tragedy of Anakin and Padme, along with the bittersweet birth of Luke and Leia. Vaders first breath and the way everything tied into the originals.
If your heart didn’t break when Obi-Wan told Anakin he loved him like a brother, then you have truly turned to the dark side. I remember rain falling while I was driving, if it didn’t, it sure felt like it did.