I was a scrawny, buck-toothed –year-old when I first saw the first Star Wars movie—known then simply as Star Wars. (No “A New Hope” for us.) It changed my life, no joke. I loved the lasers and light sabers. I loved C-3PO and R2-D2. I hated Darth Vader, but that hatred, of course, made the movie all the more loveable. This clean-cut story of a plucky bunch of ragtag good guys taking on an evil galactic Empire pulled me in... Read more