Unless you've spent the last several months hanging upside down in a wompa cave, you know that the latest installment in the "Star Wars" saga, "The Force Awakens," opens galaxy-wide this weekend. Thousands of people have already purchased their tickets, presumably worried the movie will open and close between midnight and 1:00 AM Friday. I myself am decidedly less enthusiastic.
Don't get me wrong. I'm certainly going to see the darn thing. I've already decided that, if nothing else, it will form a lovely portion of my Jewish Christmas--an appetizer for the Chinese food, as it were. But I find myself substantially less geeked out about the whole thing than I once would have been. I rationalize my lassitude by claiming general disappointment with the last trilogy: Jar Jar Binks alone justifies any amount of disenchantment. I also explain to anyone who will listen that I am at heart more Trek than Wars in my enthusiasms. But if I'm being honest, I have to wonder whether this malaise is just one more sign that I've gotten 'gulp' old!
Then again, it's not like I'm rushing out to see "The Danish Girl," either.