So if I am a Mexican 'Star Wars' fan I can party for two days by letting the forth and fifth of May (Cinco de Mayo) cross over? That seems fair to me.
I love this poster. It was one of the first posters I ever bought for myself with my own money and it still is one of the most beautiful pieces of art I have ever seen. I wonder how many of us started a life long love of science fiction and fantasy art with this one piece? Now for those of you that are new to my blog I reprint the classic 50th Post entitled - 'STAR WARS MEMORIES' (50th post? Was I ever so young?)
'Star Wars' was a singular joy for the 12 year old me and like everyone from that generation I have a great story to accompany my first (and second and third) viewing of Star Wars.
You have to remember that 1977 was a far different movie landscape than we are used to today. Movies did not open in 2000 theatres and stayed around for months and months. The big opening weekend was not the focus and the multiplex was non-existent. It seems there were less movies back then and less crap just made to fill the tiny multiplex theaters.
Theatres were huge and luxurious with actual balconies that you rushed to just to have that front balcony seat. Popcorn and pop are meant to be rested on that ledge in front of me and not beside me or on the floor...I am not a barbarian here.
There was little lead up to 'Star Wars' so it kinda just exploded on the screen and was primed for a twelve year old audience. Never before had we seen such pristine special effects. The movie just seemed CLEAN if that makes any sense. The characters were fresh and dynamic and the whole mythology of the "Jedi" and the "Force" was something easy to believe in.
Well I had waited weeks to be taken to Winnipeg with the expressed purpose of seeing Star Wars. I would have been the first of my classmates to get the chance and as a fanboy from birth it was something I couldn't pass up. What was I thinking right? How could the movie possibly live up the hype that I built up in my mind. What in life ever does?
Anyway we arrived in time for the 6 o'clock show but NO ONE in the house would take me. I was totally pissed. My parents and older cousins actually expected my to wait until the next day? I reached for the phone book and found the bus dispatch service and found the correct bus to take to get to the theatre and just left the house. Never told anyone I was leaving and I doubt they even noticed me walking out the door.
I was the kind of kid who was never afraid of doing things on my own and I have a kind of insane bravery that comes over me in those moments. So I arrive at the theatre, grab my pop and popcorn and take my seat...for the next 2 hours I experienced something that I hadn't before or since - a transcended movie experience. So much was going on that I felt that I couldn't open my eyes wide enough to take it all in. When the Death Star exploded I felt a wave of panic come over me...I couldn't leave the theatre yet...I had to see the movie again...not tomorrow but right that night...the next showing.
In a daze I rushed to the bathroom and using a technique I had seen on TV I locked the stall door and sat on the top of the toilet hugging my knees. I waiting for what felt like a hour for the movie crowds to recycle and then snuck into my second showing JUST as the opening credits began.
I was giddy with euphoria for not only seeing Star Wars again but for what I just got away with. I, however, was not brave enough to purchase more snacks for fear that I would be recognized.
You would think that after the second Death Star of the evening had exploded that I would have had enough but I was always one to push my luck. After all there was one more showing that evening and "in for a penny, in for a pound" was sorta my mantra.
I laughed out loud when I resumed my place behind the locked bathroom stall and almost shit myself when someone tried to get in. To this day I don't know if it was a theatre employee or someone with poopy pants.
I was so cocky during that third showing that I went for snacks TWICE just to push the envelop some more. Around midnight I left the theatre and my feet didn't touch the ground once. I don't know how I found the right bus but I eventually made my way back to my Aunt's place. Of course I had been missing 6 hours and they had the police out looking for me. They may have yelled at me but I didn't care. Another example of my passive aggressive way to get what I wanted and to this day I have NO regrets. Definitely one of the top five adventures in a life full of adventure.
