Luke who . . . ?

Yesterday, The B and I watched Star Wars . . .
It was his first time.
I hadn't thought that we'd get to this sort of stuff quite so soon. But he asked and, having consulted one or two friends and countless compadrés on the Twitter, the consensus seemed to be that he had, indeed, reached the required age.
So, Dr Z and The G out shopping, we sat down and, having overcome the initial confusion that our Star Wars Box Set being on VHS video caused, gave it a go.
It's proper rites-of-passage stuff this, although I didn't expect him to last the course. To me, Star Wars is an action movie. To a five-year-old whose limited attention span is notorious, there is, as he informed me after 10 minutes or so, an awful lot of talking.
He liked Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher he found rather attractive) and enjoyed the music at the Cantina in Mos Eisley, even climbing down from the sofa to do an alien-style jig.
He thought C-3PO was a lot like The G in that he tends to go on a bit and doesn't always make sense. Throughout it all, however, he had quite a loose grip on the actual plot . . .
Come the conclusion, for instance, I asked him if he thought Luke would be successful in his mission to destroy the Death Star.
He looked at me, a confused expression on his face.
'Who's Luke?' he asked.
This I explained to him, but still he looked baffled . . .
There followed a short period of contemplation.
'What's the Death Star?' he enquired.
To his credit, he sat and watched the full film, all two hours of it, and, as the closing credits began to roll, he delivered the ultimate endorsement.
'Can we watch the next one now?' he asked.
I agreed, although, having found the process to be quite tiring, we both decided that, although The Empire will Strike Back, it's going to have to do it at a later date . . .