“Chewie, we’re home.”
This is the number one reason I have been waiting, since 1979, to be abducted by aliens. Please, come and get me. Sure he’s a older, but so am I. And, you know, I think he looks incredible.
Like everyone earth on this pathetic little third rock from the sun, I was transfixed the moment IT began. Then, I heard that voice and saw him! Okay, so I started shouting loud enough to upset the dogs. They started barking. I started bawling. Once again it appears that J. J. Abrams has done it again. He has accomplished the impossible. For the first time ever – liberals and conservatives both agree on something!
I was trying to ignore IT. Let’s face it, it is a Force (pardon the pun) which cannot be denied. I don’t mind admitting, I feel more science fictionally satisfied since that famous day in the cold winter of 1979, where, after waiting for the impossible, I finally saw him! I will admit that when I finally saw him, I cried. Then, as if manna from heaven, this morning, when things seemed bleak, and depressing, there it was, beautiful, haunting, with that tune that has been ringing in my head the rest of the day. I’ve been humming it.
My suggestion is to use full screen and do a Bluetooth mate with the Bose, and turn it up, quite loud. Sure, it upset the cat, who apparently doesn’t like Luke Skywalker, but what the heck. It’s Han Solo!
I don’t know about you, but I’m happy!