May 25, 1977.
A release date a long time ago in a world that seems far, far away...
Please post your recollections of Star Wars and 1977.
I was six or seven years old, first grade. My uncle, who was a great guy and who really connected with me when I was little, had moved to LA and was working in film music. He knew I was nuts for rockets and astronauts and Star Trek and all that. When he came back for a visit he was excited to tell me: "You've got to see this movie that's coming out. You will absolutely love it. It's in space, it looks incredible, they have all these spaceships, they have swords with laser beams on the end..." He probably said it differently, but that's how I remember it: "swords with laser beams on the end." I pictured a metal sword with a bright beam shooting out the tip, I didn't know. But I was intrigued, no question about that!
So about the time we got out of school for the summer, everybody started talking about Star Wars. And I knew that must be the movie my uncle told me about. So I started bugging my mom and dad. We were getting ready to move, we had sold our house and were going to move into an apartment while a new house was being built. So it seemed like forever before I got to go to that movie. It was probably only a couple of weeks, really, but I was going crazy over it.
Then one Sunday afternoon, as we were settling into the apartment, my dad and I got into his burnt orange '76 GMC pickup and went to the Fox Theater (a single room big-screen cinema) to see Star Wars. My sister may have gone, but I recall it as just the two of us. And I remember as we got home, I felt like I had seen something that had changed everything. That seems like an exaggeration, but maybe not that great of one. We know that moviemaking did indeed change in many ways. But personally I have never again felt such a difference between going into the theater and coming out at the end. The world felt different, that's the best I can describe it.
So I was making new friends in the neighborhood that summer, and Star Wars was the common currency for every elementary school kid. We played Star Wars constantly, every empty field was Tatooine, every unfinished house a Death Star, every bike an X-wing or TIE fighter. We went to the movie as many times as we could, we read the novel, we got the Marvel comics, we watched every TV news story that might show a clip from the movie, we waited impatiently for "The Making of Star Wars" on TV. We cassette-recorded that disco song from the radio. We walked up to the gas station to buy the trading cards. When I went to my new school in the fall, the place was Star Wars crazy. It seemed like every boy had a Star Wars t-shirt. I did, light blue. The t-shirt transfers back then were crap, the rubbery ironed-on image soon cracked all over and started flaking off. We didn't care, we wore them anyway. We played Star Wars every recess. A girl in the third grade would have her hair done like Princess Leia a couple times a week and we would pursue her as stormtroopers around the playground. Day after day, it never got old. Then the toys came out...
Things went on like this for at least two years. There were other things that caught our attention, like CE3K and Smokey and the Bandit and CHiPs, and then later TMP and The Black Hole, but , I mean... not Star Wars.
In 1979 we visited my uncle in California, and he told me what he had heard, from inside "the business," about The Empire Strikes Back. I couldn't wait. Sadly, I would never see him again; he died in December 1980, only 30 years old.
A release date a long time ago in a world that seems far, far away...
Please post your recollections of Star Wars and 1977.
I was six or seven years old, first grade. My uncle, who was a great guy and who really connected with me when I was little, had moved to LA and was working in film music. He knew I was nuts for rockets and astronauts and Star Trek and all that. When he came back for a visit he was excited to tell me: "You've got to see this movie that's coming out. You will absolutely love it. It's in space, it looks incredible, they have all these spaceships, they have swords with laser beams on the end..." He probably said it differently, but that's how I remember it: "swords with laser beams on the end." I pictured a metal sword with a bright beam shooting out the tip, I didn't know. But I was intrigued, no question about that!
So about the time we got out of school for the summer, everybody started talking about Star Wars. And I knew that must be the movie my uncle told me about. So I started bugging my mom and dad. We were getting ready to move, we had sold our house and were going to move into an apartment while a new house was being built. So it seemed like forever before I got to go to that movie. It was probably only a couple of weeks, really, but I was going crazy over it.
Then one Sunday afternoon, as we were settling into the apartment, my dad and I got into his burnt orange '76 GMC pickup and went to the Fox Theater (a single room big-screen cinema) to see Star Wars. My sister may have gone, but I recall it as just the two of us. And I remember as we got home, I felt like I had seen something that had changed everything. That seems like an exaggeration, but maybe not that great of one. We know that moviemaking did indeed change in many ways. But personally I have never again felt such a difference between going into the theater and coming out at the end. The world felt different, that's the best I can describe it.
So I was making new friends in the neighborhood that summer, and Star Wars was the common currency for every elementary school kid. We played Star Wars constantly, every empty field was Tatooine, every unfinished house a Death Star, every bike an X-wing or TIE fighter. We went to the movie as many times as we could, we read the novel, we got the Marvel comics, we watched every TV news story that might show a clip from the movie, we waited impatiently for "The Making of Star Wars" on TV. We cassette-recorded that disco song from the radio. We walked up to the gas station to buy the trading cards. When I went to my new school in the fall, the place was Star Wars crazy. It seemed like every boy had a Star Wars t-shirt. I did, light blue. The t-shirt transfers back then were crap, the rubbery ironed-on image soon cracked all over and started flaking off. We didn't care, we wore them anyway. We played Star Wars every recess. A girl in the third grade would have her hair done like Princess Leia a couple times a week and we would pursue her as stormtroopers around the playground. Day after day, it never got old. Then the toys came out...
Things went on like this for at least two years. There were other things that caught our attention, like CE3K and Smokey and the Bandit and CHiPs, and then later TMP and The Black Hole, but , I mean... not Star Wars.
In 1979 we visited my uncle in California, and he told me what he had heard, from inside "the business," about The Empire Strikes Back. I couldn't wait. Sadly, I would never see him again; he died in December 1980, only 30 years old.