Then you'll appreciate this, N'maro. I posted this on Facebook as my reaction to the 2nd trailer that was just released.
In 1977, my father was married to an alcoholic. I had a 1-year-old brother born of that marriage who was showing signs of mental issues.On my birthday, my father took me to New York City. We had dinner at a French restaurant called Cafe du Sport. Dinner ran longer than planned, and we were late for our movie. My dad chose the movie because he was sure that I would enjoy it, and it would allow us to escape together for a while.
We were late, but as this was the 70s, the usher opened the large doors for us and simply told us that when the movie was over, to just stay in our seats and watch it through until we go to the part where we came in, or whenever.
And as we walked down the aisle, I looked up through a massive window into another world, an old man's sandstone abode. And I heard the "snap hiss hum" as a young man's and a young boy's lives were forever changed.
My first vision of Star Wars wasn't scrolling text, or a Star Destroyer chasing a Rebel blockade runner. It was the passing on of a legacy, of Luke Skywalker turning on his father's lightsaber for the first time.
Say what you will about Disney or Star Wars or J.J. Abrams, but this trailer is magic in a way that transcends all negativity.