She finally agreed, and I still can’t believe it.
We finally did it, and I’m still surprised.
There’s a little film that Laura has, until this past weekend, never viewed. It’s been around since 1977 – longer than we’ve been alive. It’s got some droids (though not the ones you’re looking for) and some hairy beasts, an old guy who vanishes when killed, a mouth-breathing menace who sounds like Mufasa and a whiny son of a Sith Lord.
I’ve spent 7.5 years proposing that she watch Star Wars with me. I never understood how she avoided it all her life. In my opinion, watching Star Wars has nothing to do with being nerdy or a geek. It’s just a social requirement. In the ever-long spirit of qualifying every nerd as either a Star Wars or Star Trek geek, I’m obviously a Trekkie without question. I’m not even really that big a Star Wars fan. But this goes beyond any of that. Having an appreciation for American cinema requires watching and gaining an appreciation for certain films, and the original Star Wars trilogy is unarguably part of that list.
When I proposed watching it this weekend (roughly my 116th proposal to date), I expected her to decline as usual. Instead, her response was “as long as you rub my back.”
RUB YOUR BACK? That’s it? I do that every weekend. What’s the occasion this week? Exclamation points shot from my skull like a surprised Metal Gear Solid henchman that just realized cardboard boxes don’t walk.
I threw her on the couch, got popcorn and drinks and anything else she might need so we wouldn’t be interrupted, pulled out the DVD, wiped off the dust and put it in the player. John Williams gave us his warm embrace and text began to scroll. Leia is on the ship. A message gets recorded. Jawas show up. Tatooine.
“…and why don’t I have to start with the first one again?” she asked.
“This is the first one.”
“It said Episode IV”
Awww. How cute.
In the end I asked what she thought of it. “It was fine,” she said. “Cheesy as hell but fine.” Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
I guess the Nerding My Wife process still has some road to travel. Hopefully it’s not another 7.5 years before we watch The Empire Strikes Back. Fortunately it’s the best film, so it has the best chance to get her to describe it as something a little stronger than “cheesy as hell.” It’s my only hope.