It is with a heavy heart that I write to commemorate the passing of Irvin Kershner, director of the Empire Strikes Back and Robocop 2, who died on Saturday. It is difficult to overstate the importance of the second film in the Star Wars trilogy to a 7 year old Callum. I have fond memories of watching all of them repeatedly, reading the books, collecting the toys, basically topping up the already sizeable wallet of George Lucas. But it is The Empire Strikes Back that fits in comfortably near the sharp end of my all time top 10 films. It still gives me great pleasure to go back to it because, besides the fact that it is an incredible film, for those 124 minutes I can ignore fatty Lucas’s ill-fated weekend in a motel with a child actor and Liam Neeson. When the original films were re-released in 1997, my equally enthusiastic Dad took me to see all of them in the cinema. A showing of the original trilogy on the big screen should be an annual occurrence, a Star Wars festival replete with a national holiday and subsidised Kenner figurines & vehicles for all.
Thank you Irvin Kershner for directing one of the finest films I have ever had the pleasure of watching, may you rest in peace.