"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth..."

IT IS SO GOOD.  It appeals to everything in me that is essentially a cowboy-pirate-princess that wants to blow things up and fly around space shouting witty quips at bad guys.  (Can you tell my favourite character was Han Solo?) 

I love Luke.  He's whiny and blond and heroic and has deep-seated father issues (we sat through many of his scenes going, "Daddy didn't love me!" "I'm so alone- SO, SO ALONE!" and "Don't leave me, I need a father figure!").  And he's sort of cute, I suppose.  And his creepy love for Leia leading to the most spectacularly brilliant angsting upon finding out she's his sister is just made of win.

I love Leia.  She's so cool and princess-y and angry and righteous without being annoying.  And (because we have to cast ourselves in everything we watch) amongst my friends, I'm Princess Leia (with a dash of Han Solo, according to my friend, but I can't be two characters) .  She's just cool, anyway.

And OMG do I ever love Han Solo.  I always love the characters that I secretly want to be, it seems, and who wouldn't want to be Han Solo?  Flying around in the Millenium Falcon (which, by the way, is better than any car ever), going into hyperspace, having no conscience to speak of and generally just being cool.  And he has blasters.  I want blasters.  Can I have blasters please? Oddly, my infatuation with swords has not transmuted into a desire for a light saber but i do want a blaster, when normally I hate guns.  Very odd.

Anyway.  I have found a new outlet of escapism to carry me safely into the New Year.  Which reminds me.