After an hour into one of those prequels, I told my BF, “I don’t care about any of these people, and I don’t even like any of them. They still haven’t shown me why I should. I only like BB-8, and we’re not seeing it nearly often enough.” He popped out the disc, and we watched something else. He finished watching it later, on his own.
Mom and I saw the original film in a V crowded theatre when it first came out. It was being shown when mom went to the ticket booth, and she had to buy tickets for two showings later. That had never happened to us before. We got the crowd booing and hissing the villains, and cheering the good guys! It was wonderful fun.
I had a very hard time sitting thru movies as a kid - ADHD - and the first time I managed it was during The Greatest. It’s a biopic re: Muhammad Ali, the GOAT playing himself. It featured a George Benson theme song that everyone mistakenly thinks was originally done by Whitney Houston.
Being hyperkinetic made school extremely difficult. Ritalin was prescribed early in 2nd grade, and I was drugged every school day until halfway through 9th. I’d grown out of the more troublesome aspects by then: my mind still wandered, but I no longer wanted to tapdance on my desk. Sure, I could mostly function like a good little girl, but my hands and head shake, doubtless b/c taking speed for seven years.
