While I greatly enjoyed the Star Wars universe (the movies, the games, the comic books, the flamethrower, etc.), I was never really a Star Wars obsessive. An inescapable pop culture staple that shaped the adventures of my childhood. Star Wars was the first movie I saw in the theater. The internet seems to have an endless appetite for this topic and for a long time, so did I. I’ve written a lot of columns about Star Wars. The denigration of discourse has taken much of the fun out of discussing film, and nowhere is that more apparent than Star Wars. And I’ve watched that ongoing conversation slowly change from an open exchange of ideas to a mosh pit of acid spewing monsters trying desperately to burn each other’s faces off. That conversation started on message boards, moved into chat rooms and eventually transitioned to social media. My first forays into writing about film were motivated by my love of the medium and my enjoyment of discussing movies with other fans.
Three months later, I feel like I’ve been paroled.
