In 1999 when Star Wars: The Phantom Menace came out, I was a sophomore in high school. I was also even more obsessed with Star Wars than I am now, if that’s at all possible. So the entire 2 years leading up to the release was spent reading Star Wars Insider and waiting for trailers to come out. And at the midnight showing my friends, family and I were first in line. (Well… second in line… there’s always a bigger nerd.)
I’m just gonna go ahead and say it… I LOVED IT. Was it vastly inferior to the original trilogy? Yes! Do I despise Jar-Jar Binks along with everyone else over 25? Sure. Do I wish that it was as good as the plot of The Old Republic? Yes. Am I giddy at the thought of seeing it on the big screen again and in 3D no less? Absolutely.
It’s Star Wars. And I love it. So come tomorrow night at 12:01am I will be sitting at the theater in Union Square watching it with what I can only assume will be my sophomore self’s raw enthusiasm! That beloved galaxy far, far away deserves no less.