I love every single person involved with the original, I remember Kenneth Colley and Denis Lawson, I can see every line of Luke's Aunt Beru's face as if she was mine, I remember the eyes of the boy I first saw the movie with and how we thrilled to every frame of the film and note of the score, I remember the taste of the milkshake I had on the way to see it a second time with another young man, I saw and defended the weaker episodes, I bought sheet music to the music, I chewed gum I hated to get cards, I...
Okay, you get the idea.
Oh, and I AM GOING TO SEE THE NEW ONE IN A MOVIE THEATRE.
(I have only paid to see HD broadcasts of operas in movie theatres in recent years.)
So you will understand than I am not a hater, I give anything Star Wars or Star Wars adjacent a lot of leeway, and I do not say this lightly:
I am sick of the commercial tie-ins and references to Star Wars!
Mascara? Sub-sandwiches? a waffle maker? (I know about that one because I'm in the market for a pizzelle iron this Christmass.) Crocs? Coffee creamer?
Stop it!!! Just stop it!
(Oh, but this one? It's okay.)