Because seeing the last Star Wars movie didn't make me feel old enough...
So, Revenge of the Sith made this little geek gal happy. I have to admit, I liked the other prequels too, but this one was better, mainly because of "order 66". If you've seen it, you know what I mean; where the other movies have some remarkable visual moments, and a nicely simmering and well-plotted story, Order 66 punches you in the gut even though, of course, we've sort of known this was coming for 25 years or so.

Crap, Michelle wasn't even born when Star Wars first came out. You know, usually the age difference between by body and mind isn't a big deal, and this shouldn't be, but it nevertheless boggles my mind.

I admit, I was the most excited of the group; Chet was stoked, but not shaking like a four year old who had just sucked down enough Mountain Dew to burst a grown-up's bladder. Kate and Carter were doing the "we're way too cool to be excited" thing, but I could tell that Carter, at least, was looking forward to it. Kate made some derisive remarks about the other prequels, and was basically more interested in wondering what Lucas's next movie would be, now that this was all behind him, since he is, after all, one of the few independent filmmakers out there who can make anything he wants and screw the studios.

I said it was too bad Jen and Carlos weren't with us, and Kate responded that, yeah, right now, those poor guys are probably just having sex. Fair enough, I said, but for all its great qualities, sex isn't exactly a great hanging out with your friends and talking about it afterward activity. Kate clucked and said she'd make a real, detail-sharing gossipy woman out of me yet, with Chet saying he'd really rather Kate didn't. I laughed, and did allow that it was probably at least nice outside when Jen and Carlos left their hotel room, as opposed to our wet nor'easter. True enough, Carter said, what a waste.

Then the previews started (I think I may like Fantastic Four), and then a thoroughly kick-ass open, from the crawl the the reveal of the gigantic space battle (Lucas makes bigger movies than anybody else, doesn't he?), to Artoo being a complete badass. Seriously, don't screw with the little blue droid - he will cut you and then fucking burn you.

Two and a half hours later, we were all pretty happy as we left - Chet, Carter and I were geeking out, and even Kate was happily admitting that "it didn't suck". We argued some of the finer points of Leia saying she remembered her mother in Return of the Jedi, and that maybe, if Lucas were going to follow Episode III with Episode IV, it wouldn't be the same Star Wars we know (insert "Special Edition" joke here). A grand time was had by all.


I was talking about how weird it was that I'd seen my last new Star Wars movie with Maureen this morning, since the "looking forward to more" thing has been one of those constants, when I stopped, went "huh", and pulled a hair out. Mo'd been sort of half-listening, not really responding until I stopped. Then she asked what it was, and I said I'd found my first grey hair.

She said I didn't sound too torn up. I told her it wasn't my first first grey hair. Yeah, she said, but that other one was for a guy, and had meant I was on the road to looking distinguished. For a girl, it just means getting old and Chet had better not find out about it

I said it wasn't that big a deal, and she stuck her tongue out at me and said those were the words of a woman old enough to have grey hairs and I should know better. I said laugh it up, it's coming, and she says, yeah, but she's not dealing with guys.

I was going to respond, but I'll let her figure out that the very fact that she's so catty about it is a big hint that it's not just a guy thing. Besides, it's one hair, and it's gone now.

-Martina
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