I’m not one for comedies, and not one who laughs much. I enjoy things, even funny things, but (as I say more than is necessary) I have a fairly narrow emotional spectrum—I rarely get too high and rarely get too low. I prefer drama and action to overt comedy (sure, sprinkle some funny moments into those dramas, it’s vital to highlighting the really tragic things that can happen in a good film or television series).
But, when I need a good laugh, there are some places that can guarantee me that, even if I’m feeling down. Monty Python is one of those shows. Ever since I discovered it on MTV, while in high school, and right up through today, the absurdity and incisive humor never fails to elicit rolling laughter from me. John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, Michael Palin, Terry Gilliam, and Graham Chapman are perfect, if you’re looking for some riotous laughs. And sometimes, that’s exactly what we (and I) need.

I have yet to see the film, but the TV series, Friday Night Lights, is one of the best shows I have watched in recent years. The acting, the writing, the drama overlaid onto these high school football players and the collection of classmates and family members that surround them was phenomenal (putting aside a bit of that second season). But, one of the best aspects of this series was the characterization of Coach Eric Taylor and his wife, Tami. If you were a player in trouble, you could go to Coach. If you were a student having troubles in school, you could go to Tami, the guidance counselor. And if you were a young man or woman in need of help outside these professional settings, the Taylors were the family you could, and would, go to if you needed help. The Taylors—most epitomized in their relationship as husband and wife—were two of the most genuine and complex characters on network TV. And the idea of being able to go to their house and hang out is a comforting idea, indeed.
And Tatooine embodies that happy place for me.
I love the scenes with the Jawas, the first scenes with Luke—him gazing off at the twin sunset…so good—and the attack of the Sand People, leading to the introduction of Obi-Wan Kenobi, and, finally, the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is Mos Eisley spaceport. Watching Star Wars always takes me back to my childhood, like a shot, and to my time with good friends—Donnie and Tommy, Sean and Jason, and so many others—watching and playing and debating Star Wars and that galaxy far, far away. Nothing hits my nostalgia button as hard as Star Wars does. And there is no happier place in the galaxy for me than Tatooine.
-chris




