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So here is my story and there are spoilers though I doubt anyone hasn't seen the movies on this forum. First off my parents were recently divorced and I was 9. This was one of the first things my Dad and I did on our now recurring weekends together. In general this was probably one of the hardest times of my childhood as I was just getting use to the fact that my Dad would not be living with us anymore. There was still a lot of tension between my parents when my weekly handoff was made and this is one of the few fond memories I have of that time. I had been tremendously excited about seeing the movie all day but there was the true possibility that we would not be able to get in. There would be long lines being opening night at the Menlo Park New Jersey’s Twin Cinema. Twin meaning there were only two huge screens, not the 12 screen showings that are common now on opening day, and this cinema was showing an exclusive 70mm print. Sadly MPTC is no longer around; it was a truly beautiful theater. Anyway I can remember rushing my Dad when he got there so we would be able to get in that night, "stop talking to Mom lets go!”
When we finally got there my heart sank as the lines were all the way around the building. Like all of you I was a huge fan, had all the figures and had been waiting for what seemed like half my young life for the next chapter. When you are 9 years old 3 years is a third of your life anyway, and half of what you can remember. When we parked I quickly hurried to get in line praying that we could get into a showing. I remember being wide eyed at the older fans dressed up in costumes, this being my first of may experience with creative SW fans, plus there were teenagers there man this was cool. After waiting for what was probably hours but seemed like days the manager came out and performed the ritual of counting people in line. Finally as I was about to P- my pants he pointed to the couple behind us and stated that would be the cut off point for the next showing. That right we were the last people in line for that showing. Next the line started moving and we were in the cool of the air-conditioning. The theater was a classic big cinema house with all the trimmings, the kind that was built when movies were the only form of entertainment in this country and my young mind this only heightened the enjoyment this was a palace. I had never been to a theater like this before and it was to my father’s credit that he knew how important this film was to me and took me to such a great place to see it. So anyway the second wonderful thing that happened that night was the fact that as my father and I were following the line to the seats one of the attendants opened the balcony (yes they had balconies in those days). I pointed this out to my Dad and we rushed up the stairs. Needless to say I got to sit in the first row of the balcony on opening day of ESB to see an exclusive 70mm print!
The next great thing about that day was that I saw another kid there who had a comic book that seemed to be about the movie. After successfully begging my Dad to buy me one at the concession stand he left to go get the usual popcorn and movie fair that goes with the event. I can still remember sitting there with the anticipation of seeing the movie I had just seen highlights of on Good Morning America that morning. What were those big elephant things, how cool was this movie going to be! A few moments later my Dad returned with my prized Comic and some goodies which I could care less about. I only had time to briefly open it and look in wonder at the strange creature that Luke was riding before the lights went down to a huge roar of the crowd. This was eclipses by the roar when the words Star Wars descended on the screen. “Try to read the scroll as fast as you can before it is gone” kind of hard to do at 9.
The things I remember about watching the film were the fact that when every hero was introduced the crowed cheered but I seem to remember the crowd cheering the loudest for Vader's intro. When Luke single handily destroyed the At-At the crowed went crazy. One thing that is distinctly in my mind is when Luke hit Vader on the side of his armor with his Lightsaber during there battle at the end people cheered only to be quickly silent when Luke’s hand is chopped off. The crowd was stunned when the big reveal is related. Personally I didn’t believe it, I remember reading somewhere that a worried Lucas asked a psychologist what kid’s reactions would be and that kids under 10 wouldn’t believe it, however older kids that had more experience with disappointments of life were more likely to, and I tend to agree. I remember even when I was watching ROTJ where Luke asks “Is Darth Vader My Father” I said out loud “no” while Yoda said “yes”. I was so sure it couldn’t be true. Looking back it makes sense but my young mind didn’t want to accept it. After Luke changes Vader back the movies were much deeper then you standard good guy bad guy fair, but it pretty much ended any excitement in playing with my figures though.
I remember leaving the theater in stunned disbelief. I called my Mom that night totally in shock and hurriedly told her all about it. As she tells the story she was really upset about the divorce having seeing my Dad that night but as I was talking to her I said “guess what Mom there is still hope there is another movie coming out” according to her she found a much deeper meaning in my statement. There was always hope in life.
So that is my ESB story. I saw it many times later that year, my sister took me, one of the first things she did with her new driver’s license. I also had my Grandma take me and I remember explaining every character to her in a half empty movie theater probably to the annoyance of the other people sitting there. She told my mom she enjoyed it though she had no idea what was going on. I also read that comic book to death. Remember they didn’t even have Videos in that day all we got were comics. I would be interested to hear some other stories from other fans about those days. As we all know the 70’s and 80’s really were the best time to be a kid.