We love Star Wars in my family. We watch the movies over and over, have light saber battles, talk about it at length. We get especially irritated when other people — like my dad — confuse Star Wars and Star Trek and call us “trekkies.” Even Baby Girl loves Star Wars (she’s seen bits and pieces) — she walks around humming Darth Vader’s music, calls for her light saber, and tells us she needs BB-8 because she’s Rey.
We went to see the new one last week, Rogue One. (And Sam and I saw it again last night for our date night.) We all thought it was amazing and did a great job of showing the events that led to episode four. All three of us walked out of the theater wiping tears away. I won’t go into specifics because spoilers, but the tears were in part due to just how damn good it was.
While talking about the movie on the way home, Little Man had a question.
“That was one of the best movies ever! It had such a great story. Do you think Shakespeare wrote Rogue One?”
After a good laugh, I had to break it to LM that, no, The Bard had nothing to do with writing any of the Star Wars movies.
(While looking for an image to include, I stumbled across William Shakespeare’s Star Wars Trilogy on Amazon. The trilogy is retold in Shakespeare’s writing style. I’m so getting that!)