Episode 7: Star Wars, The Force Awakens (2015)
Generations Y, Z and even the millennial are talking about it. There is no reason why the self-proclaimed upholder of the Jedi pioneers, the Generation X, would not want a piece of the action.
Perhaps, not to go as far as joining the frenzy of pre-booking the movie tickets way before the ticket window opened. Nevertheless, I managed to catch a glimpse of the whole show a few days after its launch in a the thinly packed cinema hall near my house.
The minute the slanted scroll of subtitles started rolling, I was magically transported to an era long ago in place no so far away when I was a 14 years old boy. This teenager was frantically trying to keep up with the reading of the script and desperately attempting to understand the head and tail of the saga. The story did not make much sense then, but he was mesmerised by the splendid display of special effects (SFX). He was spellbound when the Death Star exploded to smithereens. The sight of TIE/LN space-fighter planes with vertically placed prominent contraptions on the wings and the computer locked targeted shooters excited him. The real gist of the story escaped him till many years later.
The bubble of the nostalgia of the yesteryear burst when Hans Solo and Chewbacca appeared; maybe, not so much of the Wookie but Solo and Princess Leia (now General). Oh! How they have aged. Then it hit me, so have I.
The story, this time around, is not so much different from any other offering from Bollywood or Kollywood - a power struggle between forces where the family members are all involved; feud between family members cause disharmony in the galaxy; special powers run in family members; genetics plays important role; things you learn in childhood just come flooding in if you focus your mind on making it work.
As in all philosophical sagas, all changes start with a major jolt to the status quo. Nothing is going to last forever, but people intoxicated with power are not going to give up what they fought for lying down.
Generations Y, Z and even the millennial are talking about it. There is no reason why the self-proclaimed upholder of the Jedi pioneers, the Generation X, would not want a piece of the action.
Perhaps, not to go as far as joining the frenzy of pre-booking the movie tickets way before the ticket window opened. Nevertheless, I managed to catch a glimpse of the whole show a few days after its launch in a the thinly packed cinema hall near my house.
The minute the slanted scroll of subtitles started rolling, I was magically transported to an era long ago in place no so far away when I was a 14 years old boy. This teenager was frantically trying to keep up with the reading of the script and desperately attempting to understand the head and tail of the saga. The story did not make much sense then, but he was mesmerised by the splendid display of special effects (SFX). He was spellbound when the Death Star exploded to smithereens. The sight of TIE/LN space-fighter planes with vertically placed prominent contraptions on the wings and the computer locked targeted shooters excited him. The real gist of the story escaped him till many years later.
The bubble of the nostalgia of the yesteryear burst when Hans Solo and Chewbacca appeared; maybe, not so much of the Wookie but Solo and Princess Leia (now General). Oh! How they have aged. Then it hit me, so have I.
The story, this time around, is not so much different from any other offering from Bollywood or Kollywood - a power struggle between forces where the family members are all involved; feud between family members cause disharmony in the galaxy; special powers run in family members; genetics plays important role; things you learn in childhood just come flooding in if you focus your mind on making it work.
As in all philosophical sagas, all changes start with a major jolt to the status quo. Nothing is going to last forever, but people intoxicated with power are not going to give up what they fought for lying down.
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