My Dad took my brother and I to a drive-in to see Star Wars when it was first released in 1977. It rained and we had to put the windscreen wipers on to watch. That didn’t matter. We were transfixed. We’d never seen anything like it and I doubt a movie has ever had such an impact on me ever since. I’ll never forget that night.
My brother and I soon scored toy light-sabres and battled for countless hours with each other and all manner of imaginary bad guys. Being country kids, we never got to see The Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi but we read the books and were immersed in the George Lucas universe for many years.
OK, so the three prequel movies were fairly average. Great costumes, sets and special effects but wince-worthy scripting and join-the-dots storytelling. I still enjoyed them all. And I watched them with the little dragon who is as intoxicated by the Star Wars mythology as I was/am.
Which brings us to last night. After entering the exhibition we were greeted by some unrecognisable masked dude, looking a little like Boba Fett in a black cape. The little monkey freaked out and started wailing. The little dragon drew his light sabre.
With sobbing monkey in arms, I was drawn straight to Luke’s landspeeder from the first film. Man, I so wanted one of those when I was a kid.
From there it was a ripple of wow moments spreading from the size and gothic splendour of Darth Vader’s costume up close, to the Tuskan raiders, wookiees, battle droids, light sabres, medical droids, detailed model of the Millenium Falcon and various other interactive exhibits.
It took me right back to 1977. I think the little dragon and I will be heading back to Spotswood for another session soon.