Your Humble Blogger watched Star Wars episode nine, and I had an odd sort of experience while watching it that I thought I’d share with y’all.
As the movie started, I had the thrill of hearing the music and seeing the crawl text and feeling excited for a Star Wars movie—that’s not the odd part, mind you, as I’ve had that pretty much seven or eight times, now. No, the odd part is that about five minutes in to the movie, I became convinced that I wasn’t going to like it very much, and from that point on, I kept telling myself to note and remember things that I was actually enjoying. That is, my internal voice was saying don’t forget you enjoyed this bit and remember you found this part actually moving and not irritating and hey, that particular bit is well-filmed, keep that in mind.
In the end, I did enjoy the film a fair amount, and probably did not absolutely need to work at noting and remembering a few specific things. But it was an odd experience, mentally.
I suppose I knew, going in, that I was going to be involved in some discussion of the movie afterward, even if passively, and that therefore I would want some sort of defense against potential negativism. But I also think that I wanted a defense against a thing that I know happens, where my opinion of something, years later, is not closely related to my opinion as I was watching (or reading or listening to) it—a thing that I know happens because of this Tohu Bohu, actually. So I suppose it’s worth noting down here, in case at some point I am looking back on it, that I didn’t hate Episode IX, and I didn’t love it, but there were definitely Sources of Viewer Pleasure, and the headache eased off after eight or nine hours.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,