George Lucas: the man who gave us Star Wars, and the Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi; Raiders of the Lost Ark, and the Temple of Doom, and the Last Crusade. And also The Phantom Menace, and the Crystal of the Kingdom Skullfuckery or whatever, and Attack of the Clones, and Revenge of the Sith, and made Han not shoot first, and Jabba oddly walk-on-able, and removed ghost-Sebastian Shaw. And I don’t care. I will always love George Lucas for those first six movies. He can do wrong, but before he did wrong, he did great. The reason people are so excited to see The Force Awakens isn’t some reaction to how much Lucas disappointed so many of us with the prequel trilogy, it’s because of how he thrilled us with the Original Trilogy, and I hope George knows that this, all of this, this fury for The Force Awakens, is in celebration of his artistry. Thank you, George Lucas. Not for Jar-Jar, certainly; but for R2 and C3PO, and Skywalkers, and Solos, and Darth, and banthas, and wampas, and rancors, and all of those little weird aliens and rusty starships. Thanks, George.