I’m going to try to make this quick. An ordered list will have to do.
- After we finally sat down to watch Episode IV, Dar wanted to watch the next movie right away.
- I suspect that she will be the only kid at the party this weekend who has NOT seen Episode V.
- She has made it this far without anybody ruining one of the most famous surprises in film history.
- I distinctly remember my cousin ruining it for me while we were standing in line to go into the theater in May of 1980. (Fortunately, said cousin wasn’t around when I was getting ready to watch Citizen Kane or The Crying Game.)
- The only chance I have to watch it with her before the party is Saturday night, which would keep us both awake and unproductive longer than is reasonable on Oscar Eve (a night that I usually dedicate to decluttering the basement).
- Last night, while I was thinking this over, Dar said, “You know what a boy in my class told me about the next Star Wars movie?”
(I should probably not admit the degree of panic that I felt at this moment.)
“What?”
“Princess Leia and Han Solo kiss a lot.”
That was a close call. Too close, methinks.
I was going to ask your opinion, but the more I think about this, the less it feels like a dilemma and the more it feels like a moral imperative. Search your feelings. You know it to be true…
I guess I’m going to have to get the basement decluttered tonight.



Was I said cousin?? God I hope not. How terrible! But I have this sinking feeling…
C
Nope.