When I was a twelve-year-old girl, Star Wars hit the big screen. I LOVED IT! I saw it fourteen or fifteen times, most of those alone. I bought a signed photo of Mark Hamill in his Storm Trooper uniform. I sat on the front row a couple of times and endured having pre pubescent boys in the rows behind me throw popcorn in my hair and giggle throughout the first part of the movie. Although too young to want to read the screen, once the Empire ship began to move over them, they became quiet.
There aren’t many movies that become almost a religious experience. And now, if you so desire, you can have even MORE of a religious experience with some slightly sacrilegious (unless you’re a fanatic) iconic paintings.