Not the wretched ‘sequel’ movies that came out around the turn of the century, nor the sappy The Return of the Jedi, nor even the rather more interesting The Empire Strikes Back. The movie I loved was the very first Star Wars movie, plain Star Wars, long before it got its subtitle: A New Hope. It was magnificent. The very first scene created a sense of awe and shock and wonder for me, as the huge Empire battleship rumbled over my head. Then there was the fabulously imaginative bar scene, and the subversion of the “cute lil folks” trope: those desert dwellers were frightening people. As was Darth Vader: I had nightmares about him for months. George Lucas’ first Star Wars movie was a marvel, far surpassing the gadgetry of recent 3D movies.
It doesn’t however, pass the Bechdel test. No movie in the Star Wars franchise does. Clearly, that would have taken just too much imagination.