I don’t remember the first time I watched Star Wars: A New Hope. I must have been five or six years old, and I was almost definitely shown the film by my father while my mother was out of the house. It started a lifelong passion for space operas, lightsabers, and princesses who don’t need rescuing. My father, one of the original Star Wars fanboys (he’s very proud that he stood in line for hours back in 1977 to see Ep IV), even allowed my brothers and I to ditch school one day in order to see a rerelease of the original trilogy in cinemas.

Long story short: I grew up on Star Wars, and if there’s one thing my father taught me when The Phantom Menace was released in 1999, it was that the Originals were always meant to be watched before the prequels. Boom. End of discussion.


I have done my best to keep this review spoiler-free and will tag any potential spoilers with **. 

The last few years have been good to Star Wars fans. The Force Awakens sparked new life in the fandom, Rogue One reminded us of just what about this story inspires in us, and The Last Jedi brought bittersweet new beginnings to the franchise. The latest episode from the franchise–Solo: A Star Wars Story–differs from others in recent history in that it takes one of our favorite characters, the coolest guy in the galaxy, and immerses him in a history that’s only barely hinted at in the original trilogy. It’s a risk–a big one–because Han Solo is part of the most iconic trio in movie history, and his original portrayer, Harrison Ford, is one of the biggest box office draws in Hollywood. Ever.

So, does Solo beat the odds and become a new integral piece of the Star Wars Cinematic Universe? 

by the Collectress

Since the 41st anniversary of Star Wars has just come and gone, Carrie Fisher has once again settled on my mind (okay so she’s always on my mind). Carrie was an impressive lady who was very honest with her struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. And from that honesty, there are a few valuable lessons we should learn.