I loved "Star Wars" as a kid, because frankly, what was not to love, with the possible exception of the Ewoks? That was before George Lucas released the three "prequel" movies, in which we find out that Darth Vader was, in reality, this pouty guy from "One Tree Hill." I'm pretty sure that's how it went.
This wouldn't have made a difference to me, except that I had a son who was Star Wars-obsessed from the ages of 5 to 7, to the point where I had to memorize each character's lightsaber color. (Mace Windu: Purple!) He's 8 now and is obsessed instead by the Red Sox. Insert your own burning lava planet joke here.
Anyway, it appears that the Star Wars craze shows no sign of abating, based on the Star Wars festival on Cape Cod that drew a crowd of young Jedis and, er, Jedettes this past weekend. It looks like fun, but for the record, I think it's cruel to dress a kid up like R2-D2. It reminds me just a little too much of Scout's ham costume.
(Incidentally, if you follow the link you'll notice that Boba Fett is incorrectly identified in the caption as "Bobo Fett," apparently by someone with a life. This could be because Lucas may have threatened the event with a lawsuit if they used the actual character names, or that under the helmet is a monkey that knows sign language.)