As It Turns Out, ‘Return Of The Jedi’ Is The Saddest Movie Ever Made

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12.05.17 13 Comments

“Check, please!”

This was the emphatic request of the poor fellow sitting to my right at a never-well-lit Upper East Side bar two Saturdays ago, five hours after I found out my father had died suddenly from a heart attack the night before. After a few hours of doing nothing at our apartment (other than repeating to anyone who would listen that I didn’t know what I was supposed to do; no one really had an answer for me), my girlfriend convinced me to leave. And we settled on this particular bar because of the aforementioned lighting situation and that they play movies on their television screens rather than the sports that litter most of the taverns in this particular area of New York City.

Now, I need to preface this by saying that, in retrospect, I find this upcoming story pretty funny. At least, the optics are pretty funny to anyone who happened to be an outside observer. As it happened, the bar was playing Return of the Jedi, a movie I’ve seen far too many times to count. When we arrived, if I remember correctly, the movie was already to the part when C-3PO is explaining to the Ewoks everything that had happened in the prior movies up until they all arrived on Endor – as the Ewoks all sit there and get stoned, or whatever it is they do when they are not busy fucking up movies.

Up until this point, I hadn’t had much of an emotional reaction to my dad dying. It didn’t seem real. He hadn’t been sick. I had just spoken to him two days before. In fact, I wasn’t entirely convinced that I wasn’t dreaming. Back when Inception came out, I read a lot of nonsense about how to have lucid dreams. One of the tests to decipher if an experience is dream or reality is to read a couple sentences of something, then turn away from it, then read it again. In a dream, the text will always be different. And this, surprisingly, actually does work when you’re dreaming. I tried this test on myself about ten times that morning and, no, I wasn’t.

Anyway, I wasn’t actively paying attention to Return of the Jedi, but I happened to glance up right when Luke Skywalker was trying to help Darth Vader escape the about-to-explode second Death Star. Also at this moment, The Byrds’ version of “Turn! Turn! Turn!” started playing on the bar’s speaker system. It was the perfect storm of nostalgic sorrow. So when Vader tells Luke that he for once wants to see Luke with his own eyes, I lost it. I was actively sobbing at the bar while watching Return of the Jedi. This was the first time of many times I would cry about my dad over the upcoming two weeks.

At this point, I just imagine the camera panning out to reveal a stranger sitting next to me, uncomfortably – wondering why this person next to him thought Return of the Jedi was just so sad. I now imagine this person telling his friends about the guy sitting next to him at a bar on a drizzly Saturday afternoon who, I’m sure, thinks I had never seen Return of the Jedi and just thought it was the saddest thing. “Wait, this is how it all ends! Why? Why?!?! [starts crying].”

I’m not going to pretend my dad introduced me to popular culture. If anything, it was the opposite. When I was a kid, he liked country music and that’s all I really knew until around 1983 when I first heard songs off Michael Jackson’s Thriller and realized, “Oh, this is much better.” My dad didn’t enjoy the movies that I did. When he was picking movies, we saw movies like Every Which Way You Can. He took me to see The Empire Strikes Back, which I now realize was either an act of love or an act of surrender, probably a combination of both. He didn’t understand it, but he knew his five-year-old son loved it. And, yes, I’ll never forget that he fell asleep during Ghostbusters. But he always took me. When the local paper told us that it was the last weekend we could see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom before it was replaced in theaters by Cannonball Run II (this used to be a thing), he made sure I saw it (even though I have no doubt he’d much rather have seen Cannonball Run II). He was a country boy and he wanted me to be like him so bad, but I was a future city boy who didn’t like hunting or fishing or camping or any of those things that you’re supposed to like when you spend your childhood in Eldon, Missouri – population 4000 or so, give or take a couple of hundred.

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