A long time ago, in 1977 to be exact, George Lucas transported millions of young Americans to a galaxy far, far away. Among them was an 11-year-old named Jeffrey Jacob Abrams, who was utterly blown away, calling it “an incredibly powerful experience”. Now, almost forty years later, it is Abrams’ turn to introduce a new generation of fans to that same far, far away galaxy, and to recreate the glory of the original Star Wars. And while The Force Awakens, simply by dint of being a sequel, isn’t nearly as earth-shattering as the original, it is certainly a worthy addition to the quintessential galactic epic.
I am an unabashed Star Wars fan. When I first started watching movies as a teenager, I was introduced to the universe of Star Wars by my cousin. And when I say the universe, I mean everything. The movies, the making of documentaries, the books, the games, and even the Legos. I fell in love with the worlds and characters and spent many hours reading in the extended universe and debating all aspects of the experience of Star Wars. Needless to say I awaited JJ Abrams’s Star Wars VII: The Force Awakens with the giddy excitement of a puppy and the apprehension of a fan who had been let down by the story and execution of the prequels. Under JJ’s expert direction and the unlimited resources and power of Disney, I really needn’t have been concerned.