The first was Attack of the Clones, watched in the cinema with my closest elder, then Y, who dated her, became his husband, and Y was gone forever and ever. This is the part that I couldn't avoid with Star Wars. Every time I think about it, it feels like a dream.
When I first went to college, W said that his favorite movie was Star Wars, and he quoted it to us every day. After that, I remembered two sentences May the force be with you. Fear is the path to the dark side cuz fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate lead to suffering.
After that I bought all six Star Wars movies at the time , every day in the dormitory to see. I watched it twice and it tasted the same. Not my favorite story, never my favorite story. At that time, I thought it would never be my favorite story.
But this story seems to be loved by everyone, loved by everyone, just like Harry Potter is a culture, a memory. However, in the 1970s, we were not born yet, and I don't know where the bondage of that kind of emotion came from. I went around a lot, and I still don't like it.
When I was a graduate student, Mr. R watched Star Wars animations on Netflix every day. I always teased him, "You are so hungry, you don't even want to let go of cartoons." I said, "There are no new movies, so you can watch new cartoons."
Since then, my world has been clearly divided into two factions: Harry's faction and Star Wars faction. I once felt that there are three kinds of people in this world: like Haha Interested; liked Star Wars; liked neither.
I think I am the first type of person, and it has nothing to do with the latter two.
But everything after that was not what I imagined.
I never thought that I would end up working overtime alone at night, dragging helplessness and exhaustion to eat pizza, and then go to The Force Awakens at the night show. It was past twelve o'clock when the movie ended, and there were only two cars in the parking lot. After subconsciously locking the door, I saw that the man in the car parked next to me seemed to get in the car just before me, probably the same scene as me. He saw me looking at him and gave me an "it worth this" smile. I returned the same smile, knowing that we were probably watching the same movie for different reasons.
When I got home, Aura asked me how I felt. I said it was okay, I liked this one quite a bit, but I didn't like New Hope. I always felt that the technology was too old for me to watch at all. She was a little surprised and echoed a few words. I suddenly felt a little guilty, knowing that she and her husband are both diehard fans of Star Wars, and they shouldn't have said such things without thinking. I felt very tired, so I simply washed and went to bed. It was only when I woke up that I remembered to "report" that I had done my homework. Everyone said that this one is very similar to the first one, and it's not interesting, but I don't remember what the first one was about.
Then I went to see Rogue One myself, and miraculously, I never forgot the plot. I seriously spent some time thinking about why I liked this movie, only to find that it was because the history and fables set in the appearance of science fiction were a bit difficult to understand for the self who had never experienced the world. About rights, about politics, about good and evil, about destiny and belief.
A few days ago, I thought about it on a whim and read the previous ones again, and felt that maybe there would be a new feeling. The truth is I'm shocked how much the same values that The New Hope conveyed 40 years ago have changed in 40 years. While I hate to say that human society is going backwards in some very important and profound way, this is what I feel. It is a matter of course to stand up bravely; to stand back and fear is to be ashamed and blamed. From this point of view, in today's Hollywood, any mainstream/artistic films can no longer achieve the absolute justice relative to the present.
Cai has said before that light can only be seen in the darkest places. I think what he said was right, and my understanding of this sentence until recently in this life has only stayed at the level of "understanding the meaning of this sentence".
I think time has taken away a lot, and it must have brought a lot. Stories that I once thought I couldn’t love and didn’t want to understand are now moving me deeply and deeply, from angles that I can’t imagine myself thinking about how I once felt.
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I said to Mom: "Master Yoda told Luke This is why you failed."
Mom said: "Then why?"
"Because he doesn't believe it."
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"Would you like to see my Enterprise?" I asked my colleagues around me .
"What?" She looked puzzled.
"So you don't watch sci-fi."
"I don't understand."
"Ahahaha, then it's fine." But I suddenly felt being left alone.
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