I remember going to the cinema to see Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace. I don’t remember leaving the cinema hating George Lucas, Star Wars or Jar Jar. When the next two movies in the prequel trilogy were released, I diligently went to the cinema and watched them, enjoying them both.
Over the next few years though, society conditioned me to hate the prequels. Jar Jar was villified as the death of the much loved Star Wars franchise of old. People who loved Star Wars suddenly seemed *mean*. My own viewpoint was skewed – I’d rip on Phantom Menace just like everybody else at every oppurtunity.
The new trilogy has re-ignited the meanness. Only now, with the rise in social media it is more widespread, constant and even personal.
Why the hell am I ranting about Star Wars?
I’m not really. It’s not just Star Wars. There’s elitism and judgement everywhere. Have an opinion either-way on Brexit? You’re an idiot. Write your code using PHP? You’ll never be a real programmer. You’ve enjoyed Lord of the Rings without reading the books? Crikey.
I’ve got to a point in my life where I’m quite happy with my own opinion, and realise it doesn’t really matter what other people think. I’m still very opinionated, but I’m trying my best to not get dragged in to pointless arguments and letting people get on with what they like doing whilst I do whatever I like doing/watching/listening to. It is hard at times though.
People who spend all their time hating on Jar Jar and The Last Jedi obviously have too much spare time and ought to grow-up.
That said – still not a fan of Rogue One.