the modern guide...better lies
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
...the modern guide to star wars*
Simon Pegg was on TV the other day. I'm a fan. He was talking about Star Wars - again.
I was the perfect age for Star Wars. Ten in 1977. My big brothers were playing Bowie and Mott the Hoople. I loved Marvel comics and football, was in the middle of discovering punk rock and gangs, taking the piss out of posh kids and spotty girls , and staring dumbfounded at the girls who were beginning to develop.
Star Wars meant nothing to me or the other local kids. Nothing at all! Nada , Zilch, F. all...I remember my dad taking me to it and thinking ... Jesus ... another western.
He didn't even think it was that good. He mumbled "Buck Rogers... Flash Gordon" He'd seen all the same Saturday morning B movies as Lucas. He knew a rip off when he saw it.
I don't remember talking about it at school or going mad for the action figures or my mates acting out Death Star scenes or thinking we were Luke and Hans or the posh robot or the big monkey guy!
Nine months or so later Grease came to town. Leather jackets....girls who looked dirty...burst condoms ...drag racing..."the chicks will cream ". ..T -birds and Pink Ladies ... Like Blondie and the Ramones. Kids doing the quake and chorusing "tell me more...tell me more" at the comprehensive school disco.
That's the movie experience I remember from then. That's the one the kids round my way queued round the block for.
I don't think we were any better or any worse than the kids that liked Star Wars.
I like it now, my kids like it.
I know this flies in the face of fashion, but back then to us, Star Wars was a just another movie and Grease was the word!.
I was the perfect age for Star Wars. Ten in 1977. My big brothers were playing Bowie and Mott the Hoople. I loved Marvel comics and football, was in the middle of discovering punk rock and gangs, taking the piss out of posh kids and spotty girls , and staring dumbfounded at the girls who were beginning to develop.
Star Wars meant nothing to me or the other local kids. Nothing at all! Nada , Zilch, F. all...I remember my dad taking me to it and thinking ... Jesus ... another western.
He didn't even think it was that good. He mumbled "Buck Rogers... Flash Gordon" He'd seen all the same Saturday morning B movies as Lucas. He knew a rip off when he saw it.
I don't remember talking about it at school or going mad for the action figures or my mates acting out Death Star scenes or thinking we were Luke and Hans or the posh robot or the big monkey guy!
Nine months or so later Grease came to town. Leather jackets....girls who looked dirty...burst condoms ...drag racing..."the chicks will cream ". ..T -birds and Pink Ladies ... Like Blondie and the Ramones. Kids doing the quake and chorusing "tell me more...tell me more" at the comprehensive school disco.
That's the movie experience I remember from then. That's the one the kids round my way queued round the block for.
I don't think we were any better or any worse than the kids that liked Star Wars.
I like it now, my kids like it.
I know this flies in the face of fashion, but back then to us, Star Wars was a just another movie and Grease was the word!.
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