I am going to share my Star Wars opening night story. It's a little long, but a classic - for all the wrong reasons! It's 1979, I'm living in Los Angeles and Empire Strikes Back is about come out. My buddies and I decide that we are going to go down to Hollywood Boulevard to the world premiere midnight show of Empire. No one had any idea how the story would unfold - what was going to happen to Luke, where Darth flew off to, nothing. Remember, this is long before social media and the Internet. "Spoilers" were unheard of. So we get in line and its a very long line. We got in line probably 9 pm for the midnight show. The line starts to snake forward, but in the end we were about 50 people shy of getting into the first show. So we decide to stay for the second showing, the 2 AM show. Man were we tired! It was sort of like this: OK, so the midnight show let's out. The audience is buzzing and wild about the movie and what happened in Empire. As we wait to get in and as the audience files out past us, my pal and I hear this wild man in the distance screaming something unintelligible, but bordering on English. "Dark bladder blah arrr Skywalker fod!" "Blarth Vader like may weather fudder!!" Finally the guy walks right past us, we listen closely, and we hear what he has been mumbling. "Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker's father!" Worst. Spoiler. Ever. Worst. Premiere. Ever.
I remember being in probably 4th grade and my dad pulled me out of school to go see Empire! Waited in line forever, but i’ll never forget that day. Returned the favor and pulled my son out of school when he was in 5th grade to see the newest Indiana Jones movie. Can’t wait fo him to do the same with his kid for the 4th Back to the Future.
I'm going to the Star Wars marathon here in NYC. All 8 parts. Starts at 10pm on the 13th. 2.5 hour break after part 3 then 5 in a row. Probably done around 9pm on the 14th. Paid $100 for a ticket. Hopefully I'll still be awake by part 8.
I'll watch the movie like a week or two later when the crowds die down. At least I'll know the plot as soon as its out.
Her head is in the box at the end. Oh wait, that's how my friends ruined 7. Not as bad as Stevenson's Empire spoiler though.
I can go to sleep, damn near on command. A $100 ticket not needed. Sitting through 8 Star Wars might be near impossible.
Me personally. I'll probably just watch the RLM crew shit all over it, and then wait six months for Mr. Plinkett's review.
