I’ve never felt like a Jedi. Nor did my father before me, who preferred Spaceballs to Star Wars. My mother, though, loves with the original films. I always felt a little sad that Episodes IV-VI didn’t connect with me, because I know how much they mean to others.
When The Force Awakens came out I didn’t see it in theaters. It’s hard to articulate why. Mostly I felt like I’d be playing in someone else’s sandbox. This wasn’t my movie.
That went out the window when I saw the trailer for Rogue One.
Peter S. Beagle is a wonderful writer. I adore him. He is of course best known for writing The Last Unicorn, which was an incredible influence on me growing up—not just artistically, but morally and ethically. The central theme of The Last Unicorn is that (goodness, true love, healing, purity, whatever unicorns mean to you) is never completely lost, no matter how hopeless life may seem. So long as there is one person willing to face (fear, despair, oppression, whatever the Red Bull means to you), there is hope.
“Unicorns may go unrescued for a long time, but not forever.”
“So now the perception is, yes, women are here to stay. And when I’m sometimes asked when will there be enough [women on the supreme court]? And I say when there are nine, people are shocked. But there’d been nine men, and nobody’s ever raised a question about that.”