R2D2…

…is still quite cute. Other than the complete nastiness of Jabba the Hutt, that’s the only agreement i have with the thirteen-year-old me who saw Star Wars when it first came out. The thirteen-year-old me thought Luke Skywalker was The Shit. Thirty years later, me likey Hans Solo. Luke is kinda whiny. (Enthusiasm for Mr. Solo is only dimmed by the knowledge that he left his wife of a gazillion years to be with the anorexic dancing-baby-hallucinating chick. BoyChild and I don’t like this, but agree that he’s still Hans Solo, and there you have it).

I used to think C3P0 was hilarious. Now he’s just this side of annoying, saved only by his voice, which sounds like an-Eway Gregor-Macay’s. Anything even slightly evocative of EW carries big brownie points around here.

Also when I was thirteen I had only a passing acquaintance with penises (like when my big brother passed me REALLY FAST in the hallway on his way to clean underwear), so all the phallic symbolism went right over my head. Darth Vader’s helmet aside, the forty-three me is howling at the Emperor’s Guards’ uniforms.

Bu-bu-bububu-BU-bu-bububu-BU-bu-bubububu… can you hear the theme music?