Not Feeling The Force

I just reread the review I wrote of “Star Wars” in 1977 for The Real Paper in Boston, and I was somewhat surprised at how much I seemed to like it. “Star Wars is a marvel, a Marvel Comics come to life, a marvelous movie” is how I began my review. “It’s five decades of boys’ adventure heroics rolled into one, and it’s made for 12-year-olds of all ages.”

What I didn’t say in that review was that I was stoned out of my mind when I saw the movie, making it nearly impossible to follow what was not exactly a convoluted plot. I’d broken my rule of never indulging in synapse-altering substances while on the job, but only a few tokes of a friend’s unusually potent joint meant I had