After standing in line for almost 24 hours, I was extremely, EXTREMELY disappointed by the outcome. Standing in line with a bunch of other Star Wars geeks and talking about the movie we were about to see and talking about old Star Wars memories and feeling the rush of adrenaline as showtime approached was actually better than the movie itself.

When I got home at about three in the morning, my wife groggily asked me: 'how was it?' to which I replied: 'eh... okay. I didn't really like it. Good night.'

Still ended up seeing it about 17 times in the theater though. Guess I'm a glutton for punishment.