guest_offendersBrian Watanabe is an advertising creative, blogger, screenwriter and Star Wars nerd. His screenplay THE ROGUES GALLERY was turned into the film OPERATION: ENDGAME starring Rob Corddry, Maggie Q, Ellen Barkin and Zach Galifianakis. This blog entry was originally posted on Frolic Hawaii and is posted here with permission. 
“This is the best night ever!”

The movie hadn’t even started yet, but for my daughter, the night was off to a good start. That was a relief for me because tonight was a big deal.

A Death Star-sized big deal.

Tonight was the first time I was showing my 5-year-old the original, 1977 STAR WARS.

No pressure.

For parents of a certain age, screening STAR WARS has become something of a right of passage. This film defined the childhoods – and subsequent adulthoods – of a generation.
But why did this night matter so much to me?

It mattered because when STAR WARS first blew my mind and made me want to make movies, I was the exact age my daughter is now. And with STAR WARS: THE FORCE AWAKENS premiering this weekend, the STAR WARS saga has come full circle for me on a very personal level.

But first things first. it was time for my young Padawan to learn about lightsabers and protocol droids and Han Soloisms and get a proper introduction to the “Star Wars” universe.

“This is the coolest day!”

She was primed. I laid out our comfiest blanket in front of the TV. There were pillows. Lots of pillows. She carefully positioned all her stuffed animal friends to watch too. We even popped some old-school Jiffy Pop. The power of the force in that room was stronger than Lando Calrissian’s aftershave.

What happened next wasn’t exactly what I expected.

Here’s some of my daughter’s commentary:

During the title opening crawl:
Bye, words. Happy travels in space!
When we meet C-3PO and R2-D2:
This movie is so cool!

Before they get to the Death Star:
Tell me when it’s almost the end.

When Obi Wan turns off the Death Star tractor beam:
I told you Obi Wan can’t do that. He’s an old guy, he might kill himself.

When Darth Vader kills Obi Wan and he disappears:
Where is he? I think he’s invisible.
Just before Luke’s friend, Biggs, gets shot:
I hope his friend doesn’t get shot.

The end credits rolled. And it was a little awkward.

She wasn’t jumping up and down saying “That was the best movie ever!” like I expected. I could tell she liked it, but she looked a little unsure. I quickly asked some follow-up questions.

Did you like it.

Who was your favorite?
Obi Wan. No, Luke Skywalker.
What was the scariest part?
When R2-D2 gets shot in the head. And when Han Solo shot that guy and smoke came out his back. And when that guy (Obi Wan) disappeared. I thought he was gonna come back.

But you liked it?

I put her to bed. But I couldn’t sleep. Why didn’t she love it? Maybe she was too young to get the story. Maybe it would have helped if she saw it on the big screen. Maybe all she wanted to do was eat popcorn with kakimochi and make her daddy happy.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized this…
One day, she’ll find her own “Star Wars.”

And who knows what her STAR WARS will be. That thing that electrifies her. That thing that inspires her. That thing she can shamelessly nerd out on. For all I know, her STAR WARS may very well have been FROZEN. Or maybe it’ll be a song, or an e-book, or a Youtube video, or a video game, or an app. Man, I really hope it’s not an app.

One day, I’m going to have to learn to let go. And whatever her “Star Wars” is — I just hope it’s as epic and exhilarating and thrilling as the original was for me.

Still, it would be cool if her old man was there to share it with her.

The next morning, the first thing my daughter asked me when she got up was, “Can we watch STAR WARS again?” We watched it that morning. Then we watched it again that night.

I got us tickets to watch THE FORCE AWAKENS this Sunday. I guess we’ll both find out if we like it together.

No pressure.


  1. In the name of all that is holy, just keep her away from Phantom Menace.