Perhaps I am luckier than most Star Wars fans or perhaps decades of being a fan and working hard for Rebelscum.com has paid off. Who's to say? All I know is that I was felt extremely lucky to be invited by Fox to attend an advance press screening of Revenge of the Sith at Twentieth Century House on Soho Square, in the West End of London. And let me say that it will be my absolute last as well.
With no disrespect to Twentieth Century Fox, what should have been the greatest 139 minutes and 59 seconds of my life was a flop. Despite seats in the main chamber filling up fast, Fox was able to run another screening alongside the original showing, albeit in a smaller theatre. Like I said, I can find no fault with Fox even though the screen was only 20' wide I did manage to get the best seat in the house, and the amount of bass didn't make my heart beat irregularly as I required it to. It was all down to the simple truth that the audience whom I shared the third and final installment of the Star Wars Saga had less fandom running through their veins that a hermit who has been living in a cave on Mars with his hands over his ears.
The film itself was amazing - a grand, fantasy spectacular set in space sums it up in 10 words or less. I really want to go on about how awesome the opening space battle was and how the dipping and diving starfighters made me feel giddy. Or perhaps I should try and express the skin-tingling sensation of the soundtrack which meshed so closely to this movie that it ever had before. Then there is the build up of mistrust and rage inside Anakin as he faces his mentors, only to discover who his foe really is. What about the joy of learning the origins of some of the most memorable facts and quotes that litter our community? The collpase of the Jedi Order and the rise of the Galactic Empire were all laid out for my eyes, ears and emotions to feast on. I could also wax lyrical on the lava explosions that were timed to the lightsabre clashes between Anakin and Obi-Wan with such precision it was spooky.
But I can't, because while all this did happen I experienced none of it since the journalists I was surrounded by were nothing more than shop front mannequins who sat stoically through the whole movie. Not a laugh, groan, boo, sigh, hiss, squeal of pleasure or cheer passed their collective lips.
At the end of the film I was grateful for one thing, and one thing only - that I was reminded how important the real Star Wars fans are and how much of the Saga is made up of the true fans, whether they be part of the original Star Wars Generation or have joined the ranks since the coming of the first prequel. To get the most out of Revenge of the Sith see it with your friends, your family, your work mates - just as long as they are fans. Immerse yourself in their excitement and horror as they witness the events unfold. Without the assmebled ranks of the men, women and children who have given a years of their lives loving Star Wars for what it is, a movie is nothing more than a bunch of light and sound waves.
And so to end I won't use the clichéd "May the Force be with you!" but instead I will remind you that "Star Wars is forever!"