I
check the latest movie news on my phone with such impulsiveness that
it's like watching a crackhead frantically rifle through his dead
mate's pockets, however the news that George Lucas had sold the Star
Wars franchise to Disney and
that they were essentially going to make these movies from now and
until I die came as a shock. Not only had I presumed that the saga
was over, but Lucas had managed to make this entire deal with the kind
of flawless secrecy that you wish he'd reserved for his ideas
regarding a prequel trilogy. I was with my friend at the time the
announcement was made and it was him who was able to give me the
news. “They're making more Star Wars films,
the cast of the original trilogy is involved, Lucas will have nothing
to do with it”. My brain imploded. I couldn't cope. How does
somebody react to having news like that just sprung upon them? Well- I
did what any respectable, twenty-something year old geek would do. I
marched over to my Darth Vader voice-changer helmet, popped it onto
my head, sat on my bed and had a little fucking cry.
