When I was a child, Star Wars was life-changing for me. I was eight when it came out in the theatres. I remember all of the hype about it and LOVED it. It was the first movie that I was allowed to see twice. It was incredible.
When the first movie came out (Episode 4), we didn't know there would be three prequels (crappy ones) made later. We also didn't know that Darth Vader was Luke's father until The Empire Strikes Back. We didn't know Luke and Leia were sibs until Return of the Jedi.
My husband is incredibly critical of the Star Wars franchise. His favorite thing in life is to go on and on about how badly it was done. But he's a little younger than me and was just a baby when it came out. He didn't have that same life-changing experience. He was born into the culture it created and wouldn't be the amazing nerd he is today without it.
Earlier this week, my boys were watching Episode 4, which I still simply call "Star Wars" before inevitably having to clarify: "the first one," then "the original first one," and finally "episode four."
When I walked into the room, Obi Wan was telling Luke about his father. He refers to him in positive terms and says he was a good friend. He tells Luke that Darth Vader killed his father. Immediately after (or maybe during) that scene, R2-D2 plays the hologram of Leia talking about her father, but it's not her father she's speaking of - she's talking about her adoptive father. It's brilliant writing.
I demanded that my husband watch that part of the movie - he agreed, the writing was genius. Go watch it now.
Long live George Lucas. All hail George!