I still remember the moment when my teenage self first dared to contemplate the possibility that there might, somehow, someday, be more Star Wars movies. This was before the Internet (or before it mattered), in the days when geekery was not yet a culture-bestriding force, when sci-fi and fantasy and superheroes barely merited a mention in the pages of glossy movie magazines. I was reading one of those magazines — Entertainment Weekly, I imagine — in a doctor’s office, and there in a modest item near the front was the stunning news: George Lucas was considering filming . . . wait for it . . . prequels.
We were fanboys, once, and young.
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