It's true, I don't like Star Wars. I'm totally not a fan.

When I was in high school, my brother Evan somehow convinced me that we should watch the Star Wars marathon on TNT. I was so bored that I couldn't sit through them all, but I did get glimpses of each whenever I passed through the family room and his completely engrossed self on the couch.

Last year, I visited a group of professional singles in the area for a movie night. Though they didn't disclose it until I arrived, the movie of the evening was one of the original Star Wars. All that I remember about it was a giant, slimy, sloth-like, dictator being with an army of weird-looking, animal-esque strange creatures. And Princess Leia chained to the nasty leader. We all brought desserts, which was, in my opinion, the best part of the whole event, and I leaned against a person-sized teddy bear (which belonged to our host, a middle-aged male science professor) on the hard floor for the duration of the film. Uncomfortable, at best.

I have not witnessed any of the newer Star Wars episodes, those with Natalie Portman, Ewan McGregor, and Hayden Christensen, even though I enjoy all of those actors.

The above statements and obvious underlying feelings about the series do not mean that I can't appreciate when somebody else loves the movie. Such as this little girl.