Trailer Man

So there's apparently some new Star Wars trailer out there that has swept up this Thanksgiving weekend into a--wait, was it Thanksgiving? Because I just got Jedi Mind Trick'd.

#boom.

It's apparently called Episode VII The Force Awakens or something like that. That's right...

It's here.

It's really happening.

And it hit social media like white-on-rice and making all my friend's jaws drop collectively at the same time. Which led them, I can only assume, even if the slightest bit, to pee in their pants with no shame.

I might not have a Star Wars tattoo, or have legally changed my name to Qui Gon Jinn, but I am--as those who know me--a pretty big Star Wars fan.

And, no, I haven't seen it yet. 

I know.

I know. I should turn in my vintage 1978 Millennium Falcon to some fan who apparently deserves it more than I do. 

I know.

But before you start screaming at me with your refound adolescent cries, let me explain. 

I have been burned by trailers more often than I can count. When I see a trailer (especially one I'm looking forward to) I can't help but try and decipher the story and then start to piece, with what I've been given, together. Speculate and guess. As a creative person that's just what I do. It's something natural and organic that just happens with me. And you have to admit that these days they show more of an abridged version of the whole movie than a generalized feeling of what the movie will be like anymore. More often than not, when you're watching a trailer, you might see something really cool. But that thing, that awesome/cool/maybe funny bit you just watched is probably a big moment in the final film, thus spoiling the moment when it actually happens. Because you're seen it. And there was no surprise in it. They expect you to "ooooo" when you already "ahhhh'd" six months earlier.

There will be no doubt that I will see it in good time.

But while I mentioned all the points of being disappointed by trailers in the past, there is one thing that will probably get me excited to see it. And pay the price of possibly being disappointed in the long run.

To watch it with my son.

There are a lot of things that I think about when  I think about Star Wars. But none other than my guy. And while he's older now, and doesn't play Star Wars like he use to, he'll still reference it with fondness. When my wife surprised the two of us to tickets to see John Williams conduct the CSO last year, he and I both realized how important his music is to the both of us. Especially when he started playing Yoda's Theme from The Empire Strikes Back. That was a great moment.

Last night, after I picked him up from his mom's, I told him about the trailer. He didn't know about it and asked if I had seen it yet.

"No, I haven't, Mister. Not yet."

"We should watch it together."

And we are... Tonight.

I hope I don't pee.