Purpose is a funny thing, in that it can be found in many places. Some people find purpose in their families; others find it in their work, their faith, their possessions, or their hobbies. Sane and rational people, on the other hand, are given purpose by a deep-seated passion for all things Star Wars.

In the first teaser trailer for the J.J. Abrams-directed Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens, we get talked at by a then-unknown, deep-voiced character (later revealed to be Supreme Leader Snoke, portrayed by Andy Serkis), accompanied by a select few shots from the film. This brief and vague monologue shed very little light on what exactly was going to be going on in this movie, other than something about the light side and the dark side of the Force. Go figure.

The second gave us Luke Skywalker’s half of his dialogue with Princess Leia from Return of the Jedi to go along with clips that exposed us to more action, more characters, and gave the audience a better sense of the emotional weight that is going to be presented to them come December 18th. This was back in April. The hype that built over the next six months for the official (and presumably final) trailer for Episode VII was unreal.

I was not prepared for this.

Not only do we get clued in on a small sampling of actual dialogue, not only do we get to hear a little bit of what John Williams has cooked up for us, albeit through revisited themes we have already heard, but we finally get a real, tangible feel for these characters. Harrison Ford is still Han Solo. John Boyega is making me feel like I’ve known Finn for years. Oscar Isaac‘s character, Poe Dameron, intrigues me greatly. Adam Driver‘s evil Kylo Ren scares the shit out of me. And lightsabers. Lightsabers.

The last time I had an opportunity to be excited about a Star Wars film was with 2005’s Revenge of the Sith. I’m firmly in the camp that enjoys the prequels for the greater depth they provided the overall arc of the saga. However, the trailer for that film confirmed to me, even at the time, that I was in for dry acting and some god-awful George Lucas-written dialogue. Come release day, I did not expect to be blown away, and I wasn’t. It was as okay a movie as its trailer made it look.

After watching this trailer, I’m still not expecting to be blown away. I’m expecting to be gosh-danged disintegrated on the spot (not by Boba Fett, though). December 18th inches ever closer with each waking moment. Watch this trailer. Get excited.

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