The new sequel trilogy of Star Wars is over. Wow! What a crazy few decades of critiques and appraisals (and what a crazy few decades to come, amiright?) Fans and viewers will always be critical of films, especially something like Star Wars, that garners so much love and popularity. And sure, I have critiques of the films, but this franchise means something different to me. I can never leave watching a Star Wars film genuinely upset. When I leave, I’m not only giddy from the experience I just shared with dozens of other movie-goers, but I’m also excited to be able to text my dad, and ask him, “Have you seen the new Star Wars yet?”
Star Wars wasn’t a part of my childhood in the way it was for many other fans. I remember when I was a little girl, my dad would buy my brother Star Wars action figures, and he would tell us about the life of each figurine from the movies he loved as a child. We sat around him and handed him another one for him to tell us a story about. We learned about Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, and Darth Maul before we had ever seen the movies ourselves.