Star Wars: The Force Awakens I cried. I'll be 46 in May. I know I'm not alone. My emotional reaction definitely sums up who I am as a person, what films in general mean to me, and above all, how entirely embedded in me Star Wars is. Seeing the trailer opened this massive trunk full of awesomeness that has been sitting dormant inside me. The sleeper awakened.
I'm not saying that younger generations can't have as much appreciation for Star Wars as I can, but I am saying that people born in 1970, pretty much, have the greatest appreciation for Star Wars on the planet. ;)
If I was able to dig into my subconscious like they do in the film Inception and open up that safe buried deep in my subconscious, you probably find a figure of Luke in there.
So far I love everything that I've seen regarding Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
I just don't enjoy hating things, and from what I see online, some people clearly do. I see vitriolic reactions to all sorts of media from film lovers and haters and I'm more irked by this than how a bad film could ever make me feel. I like losing myself in films and giving myself over to them. As I have gotten older I have let my guard down more and more emotionally, especially in my own home. It's not uncommon for me to sit and watch a film and easily get moved to tears from certain scenes. When Gandalf falls in The Fellowship of the Ring, I cry. When Spock dies in Wrath of Khan, I cry. I cry when Thorin Oakenshield dies in The Battle of the Five Armies. I cried when watching the Pixar film Inside Out. And I often cry when watching Breakfast Club, Stand By Me, It's a Wonderful Life, Planes Trains and Automobiles, Nausicaä, and many more.
When you let down your guard and allow a film get to you—rather than smugly trying to think you could do better, or concentrating on a little bit of a film that you let ruin the whole feature—the experience can be far more rewarding. I'm hoping for such an experience from Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I'm pretty sure most everyone else is too.