Seven weeks ago, I watched Star Wars for the first time.
Yes, that’s right; up until just recently, I had never in my life watched any of the Star Wars movies. Ever.
No, I did not have a sad childhood.
I have no idea why or how, but I just… never watched it. It never bothered me, and I never felt as if I was going through life with a Milennium Falcon-shaped hole in my soul. Besides, there have been so many Star Wars references in popular culture, that I knew most of the important bits without needing to watch the actual movies.
The Mister, however, was convinced that I had been deprived of a fundamental building block of the experience called life, and taunted me ever so cruelly about it.
So as part of his birthday present this year, I offered to sacrifice roughly 6.5 hours of my life to savour the cinematic experience of the (original) Star Wars trilogy. Ah yes, the ultimate sacrifice. Just put the Wife of the Year award in the trophy cabinet, thanks.
It wasn’t too bad and I enjoyed it, for the most part. I kept humming the Darth Vader tune for days after that, and to my mind it was quite a faithful rendition. The Mister, however, spent a good time laughing and said I sounded more like Spaceballs than Star Wars.
Oh gosh I hope he doesn’t make me watch that, too.
Ever since watching Star Wars, though, I’ve had this searing question in my mind…
…Is it just me, or does Yoda sound like a cross between Kermit the Frog and Haji Bakhil from P.Ramlee’s Labu Labi?