At first, I was a little kid, stolen away to a movie by my doting aunt. For the second trilogy premiere I was a young man beginning my adult life just a few days after my wedding. Now as a grown man, I share the joys with the ones I am trying, with varying degrees of success, to raise.
We experience movies through the lens of whatever circumstances may be happening in our real lives at the time. My parents divorced in the mid 90s, so the Prequel Trilogy offered some challenging motifs for me in terms of what a marriage should look like. One of the dynamics set up in the recent release has great bearing on my life as a father, and perhaps I can write about that in another month or two after the spoiler embargo has lifted.
I want to challenge you. I want to challenge you to examine the things that we each add to the movies, and see if we are our own oppressors. We add ourselves, and forget that we come to each movie in a new way at every stage of our personal development.
After Thanksgiving, I visited the grave of my grandparents with my wife and kids. I do this a few times a year, but this time it was connected to a holiday. My youngest asked questions about their lives, seeing the dates on the marker. They asked about my relationship with them. But in the end, we had to move on and leave that place. We cannot sit in the graveyard until our own demise comes. We call to remembrance the good things of the past, and honor them only by advancing our own lives, and perhaps only because we stand as successors of such a great cloud of witnesses.
- Anakin returned to the Tatooine of his youth, and lost a bit of the soul when he could not reconcile the new state of affairs there.
- Obi-Wan saw the horrific demise of his master, but vowed to carry on with Qui-Gon’s work.
- Princess Leia saw the destruction of her entire homeworld, and lead the Rebellion to great heights.
- Han and Luke… we shall save any of those observations for another time!
We can call to remembrance the good times of our past, but we cannot recover them, nor bring them back to life. Time recedes into the cobwebby places of our minds, though remaining fresh in our hearts. The memories can be guides and companions in a healthy heart, or they can become oppressive taskmasters when they become the habitation of the soul.