One of my first memories was my parents taking me to see Empire Strikes back in the movie theater when I was really little. I sat and watched, jaw dropped. I had never seen anything like this before. I practically forgot to breathe, and I barely touched my popcorn.
After the credits rolled, and the lights went up, I begged to watch it again. My parents laughed, AND THEY LET ME! I think they enjoyed it too. Fortunately it was a Saturday, so I got to sleep in the next day. When I woke up, I started making spaceships out of kleenex boxes and toilet paper tubes. If you thought the Millenium falcon looked cobbled together in the movie, you should have seen my version.
Years passed and in my adult years, I struggled with the new movies, and the changes Lucas made to the original series. In my mind, Han always not only shot first, but was the only one who shot. I’ve come to accept that Lucas will continue tinkering with his films, and I’ve come up with a reason it doesn’t matter.
I now have the opportunity to share these films, digitally remastered on Blu-ray, crisp and clean, with my 7 year old daughter. She won’t care if the Ewoks are singing a different song at the end of the Return of the Jedi, because she’s never heard the “original”. She can thrill for the very first time to the whir and spark of lightsabers flashing (in surround sound!) hide her eyes from the Sarlacc monster, and cheer at the pod races.