Don't know how I feel about this one. Five years and four months ago, hell yeah, I'd be in geek heaven. At this point, part of me wishes Lucas would just stop - but part of me, the kid who was bowled over by what he saw on the big screen twenty-odd years ago, also wants to see What Happens Next. And I'd love for the magic to return. Which is why we're all hoping that 'the next one' will be the one to change everything, the one to redeem the horrible crimes on humanity that Lucas committed with the re-releases and Phantom Menace. Yes, Attack of the Clones was watchable, but only in comparison with its disfigured older brother; it was decent popcorn entertainment, but Star Wars is supposed to be so much more than that. It's supposed to be myth. It's supposed to be geek religion. And what else do we have to look forward to? What other epic silver screen sagas are left, now that Lord of the Rings is confined to DVD, Indy to the retirement home, Matrix to the dung heap, and the Alien movies to an infinite number of 'vs' sequels? There's nothing, dammit. Nothing! Oh, we all have our fingers crossed for Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. We're all rooting for Kevin Conrad to pull a Lucas, capture the zeitgeist, and create something that will take our breath away. And we're all hoping there's something else around the next corner, something new, something that'll take us by surprise, something epic and wonderful, something we've never seen before...

...but we also know that it doesn't happen very often, that innovation is stifled, that big money usually gets in the way of big cinema. Which is why it's hard to silence that little voice inside you that gets excited by this. Because who knows? It could recapture the magic. It could.
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