There’s a movie to see when you get into the theater, all right, and I had a lot of fun watching it with a psyched-up crowd who cheered the theme music, the deliberately old-school title crawl and every reappearance of every old friend. “Star Wars” is a better fit for him, sensibility-wise, and everyone in Hollywood went to bed on Tuesday night feeling confident not just that Abrams’ relaunch will be a huge success but that fans will come back for second and third helpings.
Having thoroughly botched the “Star Trek” franchise, whose ethos he never understood – yes, I’m bitter about that - he has moved on to the one he wanted all along. Abrams is like a one-man industry of cultural recycling and repurposing, and everything he makes is in danger of being overshadowed by all the stuff it references. Kind of a delightful idea, am I right? And in a certain sense, not all that far from the truth. They haven’t made a new “Star Wars” movie, but “J.J.” will come out and tell us how awesome it would be if it existed. Maybe we’ll get into the theater, he speculated, and find out that it was all a “Wizard of Oz” illusion or an expensive and elaborate prank. Abrams’ “Star Wars” reboot was so intense, and he had spent so much time parsing the fine details of production stills and posters and the snippets of footage delivered in trailers, that he almost didn’t believe it was really a movie. The guy was saying that the buildup for J.J. They were friends but not a couple, entertainment journalists of the loyalist stripe who wear swag hoodies they were given at studio junkets and refer to all celebrities by their first names. But it wasn’t especially cold out there, because we’re having a freakishly warm December, and the man and woman in front of me were having an interesting conversation.
I could see other critics, either through ignorance, deviousness or entitlement, cruising right around the line that everyone was supposed to stand in and skedaddling up the escalator to the theater. There I was, standing in line on 68th Street waiting to get into the New York press screening of “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” (a film you may have heard something about) and cursing myself for being the sort of person who follows the rules.
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