I went to see The Force Awakens on opening night, just like I have for the previous Star Wars movies—well, almost (I saw Return of the Jedi after school on the Friday, The Empire Strikes Back on the first Saturday afternoon, and A New Hope (then just called Star Wars) on it’s second theatrical release (I was four yeas old)). I returned a ew days later with my daughter (opening night would have been too late for her to stay up).
The big reason is spoilers and impact. When I first saw Empire, I had no idea about the Luke/Vader relationship and didn’t know who the “other” Yoda spoke of was. And when I first saw A New Hope, I can still remember the amazement and shock when Darth Vader came through the doorway.
I want my daughter to have this same moments, so I got us tickets to an early showing on Saturday.
Waiting outside the theater, not one kid has dropped the spoiler on the way out—I was impressed. The kids were all gushing with excitement.
What had me unimpressed? Five separate parents have announced the ending. Loudly. Right in front of us.
I don’t think my daughter caught it. And she really loved the movie. But I know those parents—all my age—knew better.