Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford in "Star Wars: Episode IV"

So for 1977, there is only one movie that I could even possibly consider watching. No, I’m not referring to John Travolta’s hip-shakin’ disco smash Saturday Night Fever. No, not the greatest hockey movie ever made (Slap Shot) or the Woody Allen classic Annie Hall. Close Encounters of the Third Kind, The Spy Who Loved Me or Smokey and the Bandit? Nope, nope and nope. The movie I’m talking about takes place in a galaxy, far, far away. I’m referring, of course, to the movie that started George Lucas’s cash cow; Star Wars: Episode IV.

Of course, we’ll get to watch the same movie again in 2012 as George unleashes the six-movie saga in 3D. I’m thinking 3D so real, you can see George’s hand reaching into your wallet and robbing you cold. I actually watched this movie with this 3-D conversion in mind. There’s really not much aside from perhaps the lasers flying at you and the final sequence to destroy the Death Star that could be respectably converted into 3D. But I do love the hum/buzz of a lightsaber. Coolest weapon ever. And then there’s the recent revelation that Carrie Fisher was doing cocaine on the set of Episode V. But glad to see she’s overcome her addiction.