The Force is Strong with This One
My sons are now six years old. It’s high time they’ve seen Star Wars. Some would argue I’ve already waited too long.
So we borrowed the six DVD set from a neighbor — yes, I’m a terrible geek who doesn’t own the set myself. Just as we settled in to watch it, my phone rang. Foolishly, I went upstairs and answered it. I got into a ten-minute phone call with an old friend. About once a minute, my wife would come upstairs and ask, “Can we start the movie?” and I would answer, “No.”
Finally, she stopped asking and just started the movie. I heard the sound of Imperial gunfire and C-3PO say, “Did you hear that? They shut down the main reactor. We’ll be destroyed for sure!”
I told my friend, “I have to go.”
“Why would you start it without me?” I asked my wife.
“You were on the phone.”
“I know,” I said. “But I want to watch it with the boys.”
“It just started. You didn’t miss much.”
“I missed the opening text and half of the first scene!”
“Why are you so upset?” she asked.
She just didn’t get it.
Watching Star Wars is a rite of passage, meant to be shared by father and son. And I wanted to share every frame with them. It’s replaced buying your son a beer on his 21st birthday as the most important moment between a father and son.
Okay, maybe I’m overstating it.
But, still. It’s important. I wanted to be there for this one, since there are so many other rites to which I won’t be privy.
His first kiss.
His first beer.
His first strip club.
His first Möbius strip club — where the ladies are beautiful, but they’ll only show you one side.
His first road trip.
His first math purity test.
His first attempt to trisect an angle.
And the list goes on.
But the real reason I’m writing this. The incident above happened two days ago, and we’ve watched Episode IV. As a purist, I believe you have to watch the original first. But now what? Do I go with Machete Order for the remaining five? Or ascending? Chronological? Help, please!