Out of nowhere, it was announced today that Disney acquired Lucasfilm AND have promised Star Wars Episode VII in 2015. A normal person would sleep on it, collect his/her thoughts and write an intelligent response to this shocking news. I’m not normal and here are my initial thoughts:
- I could never imagine a world where Disney owned everything I loved as a child: Star Wars, Marvel Comics and the Muppets.
- Does this mean that Leia is now a Disney Princess?
- 2015 will give us the sequel to The Avengers, Justice League and now, a new Star Wars movie. Hopefully, movies won’t cost $25 per ticket by then.
- While I’m scared of a new Star Wars film, I’m excited to see the Star Wars cinematic universe out of the hands of George Lucas.
- I’m not looking forward to every geeky response to the casting of the Star Wars film.
- Disneyland/Disney World is about to become an even more awesome place.
- What the hell is going to be the plot of the next Star Wars film?
- What does this mean for the Indiana Jones franchise?
- What does this mean for Star Wars comics (currently published by Dark Horse) or the incredibly popular Clone Wars cartoon (distributed by Warner Brothers, airing on Cartoon Network)?
- Can we get a Pixar short with Wall-E, R2-D2 and C-3P0?
Is Pixar slipping?
I didn’t ever want to see Cars 2 (and from what I’ve been hearing, that was a good call) but when I saw the trailers for this, I was onboard. A Pixar film with a female lead set in Scotland? Granted, at first glance, it just looked like a Scottish Mulan but I was still interested. After the credits started rolling, I immediately couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong with the movie (except for the songs which were laughable). A few days later, I realized I was disappointed at how average the movie was.
One day in fifth grade, our teacher asked the class who went to Disneyworld or Disneyland, everyone raised their hand, myself included. I was lying but I learned my lesson. A few years ago, the same situation arose where the teacher asked who had been to one of the Disney theme parks and I was one of the few kids who didn’t raise their hands. My friends were shocked that anyone had not been at this point in their lives. They took it for granted like a rite of passage. I hadn’t expected that so many kids had been already. Apparently, I missed out on a collective experience and felt like a weirdo for it.
The closest I ever came was the summer of my 10th birthday. My parents had arranged for me to stay with some cousins who I’d never met and for them to take me to Disneyworld. It was supposed to be my birthday present. My older brother had already been so I was excited. Not as much to go but to be able to talk about it in the annual “What I Did For Summer Vacation” essay that was waiting for me in September. About a week or so before I was supposed to head to Florida, my mother called my cousin to check on things. I’ll never forget that phone call. We were in the kitchen and my mother was looking at me as she was talking about sending me down there. Slowly her voice changed and she gave me an “uh oh” look. All I heard on her end was “Mmhmm” and “I see” but I had a feeling what was going down.