Well – it’s been a long, strange trip, but it’s time for your intrepid author to call it quits. Not sure why I thought I would be able to keep up with writing a review every day – it was a fool’s errand, to be sure.
No! Guys! I’m just kidding. I’m not giving up. Yet. (Be prepared because that’s definitely coming.) But today I will be reviewing the idea of admitting defeat in another arena. An arena far, far away… (wink)
I’m a stubborn guy. I often refuse to give up, and rarely admit when I am wrong. (Anyone reading this who thinks they have proven me wrong in the past, know that I am still right about that thing.) There’s a difference between conceding and losing, and I’m glad it’s going on the record that this is a concession post.
It’s hard for me to admit this, but I have failed in one of my many endeavors. When I saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens on opening night (December 17th) I liked it a lot. So much so that I didn’t mind seeing it again three days later (December 20th) with some friends after a night of drinking. Or even a third time with my parents three days after that (December 23rd). But three makes a pattern – I had seen the movie every three days since its release, and I would be damned if I was going to become complacent. So on December 26th I found myself awakening the force again, snugly between screenings of Concussion and Joy. What was the purpose of this? It’s hard to say. While I like the movie a lot, you’re only going to get so much out of such closely repeated viewings; this isn’t a David Lynch picture. I suppose it became a social experiment – one in which I was both the tester and the subject. At what point would I turn against the film? Would it happen all at once? Or in fits and starts? I was committed though (stubborn, remember), so on December 29th, despite being in Modesto to visit friends, I again found myself in a dark theater hanging out with Rey, Finn, and Poe. It wasn’t so easy this time. I started to zone out once or twice in the early goings, probably because I was playing the movie in my head along with the actual projection on the screen. Made it a little harder to get engaged. But a plan is a plan, and by the halfway point of the film I was back on board. So of course I was going to continue on.
Or was I?
I was due to go back yesterday – January 1st – and… it’s hard for me to say this, but… I didn’t. I got almost no sleep the night before (New Years Eve is crazy, guys) and spent most of the day trying to catch up. To no avail. I just never found an opportunity to go. I… I failed.
So this is me – admitting defeat. Can you imagine all of the reviews I could have gotten out of seeing the movie every three days? I already had a couple ideas forming, too – serious essays about the contrasting maturation/immaturation of Rey and Kylo Ren, thoughtful pieces about J.J. Abrams’s sense of scale, and less profound works concerning the fact that Finn and Poe are clearly the romantic pairing to watch in this new set of films.
You’ll get none of that now, however. My entrenched sense of integrity prevents me from lying to you all – I could have. I could have seen the movie today and pretended otherwise, but I wouldn’t do that to you guys. Also it’s maybe not such a bad thing that I stop watching The Force Awakens so much; it’s for the best that I finish now before I start hating the movie.
Admitting defeat is surprisingly freeing. I would definitely do it more if my obstinance allowed for it. Still, maybe I’ll start considering it every once in a while. Maybe I’ll stop trying to win every argument. Maybe I’ll stop trying to show everyone that I mean well all the time. Maybe I’ll stop putting the toilet lid down in the bathroom just because it annoys my roommate. Probably not, but maybe.
Admitting Defeat receives 2 out of 5 fat BB-8s: