Somehow, for some reason, I still tear up at all the right moments. Still laugh at all the jokes. Still gasp at all the twists I saw coming even the first time around. And that's just the way it should be.
Like millions of other humans, on the day I first saw Attack of the Clones--in that little movie theater in suburban Baltimore with my buddy Daniel and his nerdy dad--I fell in love with Star Wars. I was eight.…