So you can imagine how important this movie was to me, how I might have been swept up by it, as thoroughly seduced by it as Eric Foreman was in “That 70’s Show.” Its simplistic vision was thrilling and drew me in, with its heroes, its villains, its clash of good and evil. The loudness of its Wagnerian theme, the epic scope. I saw it more than once.
Everyone under 20 did, most likely. But do I remember actually doing it? No. I remember sitting through multiple viewings of “The Empire Strikes Back” at the Palace years later, probably because I went on my very first “date” ever with Lori Ann Miller to see it a second time, sunk down in its red velvet seats, heads close, whispering, me wanting to show off by explaining every nuance of every scene. But I don’t actually remember standing in line and seeing “A New Hope.” You’d think I would, but I don’t.
I do remember being able to quote every phrase from it in the St. Theresa school grounds when school resumed, the boys I knew in a circle, all of us discussing it, all of us equally swept up by the film over the summer.
What I especially remember is their hanging on my every word while I quoted the film. But of course, that’s not entirely true. We hung on each others’ words, reliving the film in its retelling.
To this day, every time I hear the 20th Century Fox intro theme, I think of Star Wars.