This past year a refurbished Star Wars seemed to be everywhere, but I
have no intention of revisiting any galaxy. I shrivel inside each time
it is mentioned. Twenty years ago, when the film was first shown, it
had a freshness; also a sense of moral good and fun. But then I began
to be uneasy at the influence it might be having. The bad penny first
dropped in San Francisco when a sweet-faced boy of twelve told me
proudly that he had seen Star Wars over a hundred times. His elegant
mother nodded with approval. Looking into the boy's eyes, I thought I
detected little star-shells of madness beginning to form, and I guessed
that one day they would explode. "I would love you to do something for
me," I said. "Anything! Anything!" the boy replied rapturously. "You
won't like what I'm going to ask you to do," I said. "Anything, sir,
anything!" "Well," I said, "do you think you could promise never to see
Star Wars again?" He burst into tears. His mother drew herself up to
an immense height. "What a dreadful thing to say to a child!" she
barked, and dragged the poor kid away. Maybe she was right, but I just
hope the lad, now in his thirties, is not living in a fantasy world of
secondhand, childish banalities.
- actor Sir Alec Guinness, from "Trouble with Fame" in the January 17 issue of the London Daily Telegraph, on his role in the movie Star Wars.
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