Yes, seriously – May the 4th be with you.
Poor sad sad people out there.
I have been a science fiction fan for many decades, pretty much all my life in fact, and I have never seen the point of Star Wars.
Many years ago, although in a galaxy pretty close to here, just prior to the release of the original film – whatever it is called these days – I entered a promotional competition in a newspaper where I had to answer 5 questions on science fiction. Now, remember, this was in the days when the Internet comprised about 4 mainframe computers, and the Web was still 15 years from being invented, so you actually had to know the answers. No googling anything back then chummy. Or Yahooing it, Or even, may the force protect us, Binging it.
I only, partially, remember two of the questions – what was the pen name of John Benyon, and something about which book references a chronocsynclastic infundibulum – but I got all five right, which I already knew before I sent the reply in – arrogant snot that I was – and I won a copy of the novelisation of the film.
Having read that piece of crap, which I guess I still have around here somewhere, I put off watching the movie for over 20 years. When I did finally see it I felt pretty justified in my indifference.
Worra lorra rubbish.
Seriously. Why do people watch that stuff?