I have waited thirteen years for this film. Not as long as 28 years, but I have waited 13 years for this film, and that’s over half of my life. I saw it tonight and I can’t adequately convey how I’m feeling at the present. Slightly numb, pained, and so drained. I sat at the edge of my seat and watched Anakin Skywalker become Darth Vader. And that might not seem much to those who aren’t fans of Star Wars, who don’t remember the first time they saw Darth Vader offer his hand to Luke Skywalker and told him that he was his father. That’s OK, you don’t need to I can remember it for you.

Tonight, I saw Anakin Skywalker become Darth Vader. I laughed, I cried, and felt my heart constrict in pain. It had its faults but it didn’t matter, because for 2 and half hours it felt like I was 9 again. And nothing mattered, except for the life of a man who became the scarred-old-man wanting to look at his son with his own eyes for one final time. Thank you George Lucas, you don’t know me and probably never will, but I just wanted to say thank you. You changed the way a little girl viewed the world 13 years ago, and tonight you reminded her why she wanted to know the story of that scarred old man. Thank you.


Yoda, my heart breaks for you. To watch all that you care about destroyed, brought to its knees. I cry for you. I wanted to scream when you said you failed. It was hard to watch because it was true, and you should have known better.

Padme. Oh poor Padme. Truly sad that the last memory you have of Anakin is of him choking you to death. I understood why you chose to die. There is no blame. You left two beautiful children who became wonderful human beings.

Obi-Wan. Fuck. Watching you shouting at Anakin, telling him you loved him, telling him he was like a brother to you. Then walking away from a screaming Anakin. Gods, that must have hurt. But I wonder just how much of it was blame and anger at Anakin, wanting him to suffer for the betrayal, and how much of it was love, not being able to deal the final blow. You must have been so fucked up.

Anakin. This was your film. You shined. So much opposing forces pulling at you. You were both wonderful and terrible, and watching you try and try and fail so horribly was painful. When you shouted at Obi-Wan that you hated him, oh, that hurt. Watching you burn, scream, and pull yourself up, limbless. Gods, so much hate. Watching you don the helmet, Darth Vader born. Oh, what a moment.

Leia is her father’s daughter.
Luke is his mother’s son.
Take that how you will.

I wish Bail had lived, what a man.

Alderaan. I see why Leia loved you so.
It ended on Tatooine, where the tale began. The two suns in the distant sky, Luke in the arms of his uncle.


Thank you Mr. Lucas.