Unless you’ve been living in a hole, you probably know that all six of the Star Wars films are being re-released. IN 3-D GUYS (I hate 3-D). Anyways, the last time Star Wars was re-released was 1997, in preparation for the prequels. Little did we know guys, little did we know.
(As a sidenote, Patton Oswalt has the best thoughts on the prequels, the best thoughts ever, you should listen to them).
So anyways, in 1997 I was totally obsessed with Star Wars. I came to the Star Wars party a little late. I didn’t actually watch them until I was ten, for some absurd reason, but then I got SUPER obsessed. I more or less memorized the movies, and I read all the expanded universe stuff (Thrawn Trilogy guys Mara Jade guys!) Since I was so Star Wars obsessed, and since my twelfth birthday overlapped the re-release of Return of the Jedi, it only made sense to take a bunch of my 12-year old girlfriends to see the movie for my birthday party.
Except it really didn’t make any sense at all guys.
As you can guess, most 12-year old girls prefer this:
Too bad I couldn’t provide this, everyone would have been happier: