Disclaimer: this isn’t a review. I haven’t even seen the movie yet.
I’m about to, though. I’m sitting in the theater, in fact, with about 20 minutes before it starts. So I’m not going to have much to say about the film. Obviously. But I thought I might write about what led me to sit in this ridiculously comfy theater chair at 10 pm on a very cold Saturday night.
Because let’s be clear about one thing. I don’t go out on Saturday nights. Or Friday nights. Ever. Or really any other night.
Like pretty much every other person on the planet, I’ve been keeping up somewhat with Star Wars news. But I hadn’t really made up my mind when–or even if–I wanted to cough up the $15 and 2+ hours of my life to come check it out. Not so much because of my suspicious nature regarding Hollywood tent poles and big-budget franchises. Rather, I just wasn’t sure I wanted to step out and risk running into other humans. (If you can call Star Wars fanboys human.)
As much as my situation has changed, as improved as things are right now, I still grapple with social environments. I’m still pretty much a solitary creature. It took an aggressive talking-to (thanks, Mom) to get me here. As it turns out,too, there aren’t that many people here. And I’m sort of enjoying the experience so far. We’ll see how it all shakes out, I guess.
Speaking of, looks like the curtain’s about to drop. See y’all on the other side.