About a year ago, I had to admit to myself what I always secretly knew was true — that for as much as I loved Star Wars as a kid, Back to the Future was my pick for the Greatest Trilogy of All Time. It wasn’t an easy thing to confess; much of my teens had been devoted to obsessive Star Wars fandom. I fell in love with my first boyfriend because he too loved Star Wars, back before Force Day, back when you had to special order Star Wars Insider and hope to find old figures at a garage sale.
But that relationship ended and he got Star Wars in the breakup. It seemed too childish to me, too goofy when I watched it and remembered the endless scenarios my sister Hilary & I would create in our backyard. It was a part of my life I could remember fondly, but I just don’t care to continue fawning over the same way I don’t collect Pokemon toys or dress in goth clothes. If I do see the new one, it’ll be because friends wanted to go, and it certainly won’t be opening night. I’m just not that fan anymore.