Here's a story about my wife and Star Wars.
When she was growing up her dad was a fucking weirdo and forbade her from watching Star Wars for weird religious reasons (also I think he was a Star Trek fan, I don't know. He was, and is, a real piece of work). Eventually she escaped her weird family and her weird dad and moved to Portland, a city whose dating scene isn't particularly known for being a bountiful treasure of winning options for single women.
Through her run through that pale and beardy rainforest, she met a few men who, upon hearing she'd never watched the Star Wars films beyond seeing glimpses of them here and there on broadcast TV, immediately responded in the same two ways:
1) indignation that such an existence was even possible (this sometimes came edged with hints of shaming for not having seen them)
2) immediate scheduling of these cultural landmarks to be properly introduced so that the revering may begin.
The multiple weird attempts at forced cultural indoctrination did not, as you might imagine, endear her to either the men ostensibly "educating" her, or to the films themselves, which were now not just cultural artifacts she had been denied, but weird bludgeons being used as a means for these men to mark her somehow.
Her first viewing of Star Wars came with some thirsty dipshit seated next to her on the couch, watching her more than he was watching the movie, and repeatedly nudging her like "Pay attention, this part is important" every 15-20 minutes.
Her first viewing of Empire (with a different guy) was not too much different. I believe that guy tried to move on her right around "I Love you, I know" and she ended up pouring her drink on him and bailing.
At some point she watched Jedi with one of her little sisters (kinda sorta, she was doing other shit while the movie was on), so all she really remembered were that there were Ewoks in it.
I believe one of the small points in my favor when we met was that even though she knew I was a Star Wars fan, I never reacted to her story with "OH SHIT WE GOTTA FIX THAT" and I certainly was not about to set up some sort of Star Wars-specific date so that she could be educated in the ways of the Wars or whatever. Because it's not like the movies are hard to find or whatever, and if she ever wanted to give them a shot on her own, it's pretty easy to do.
Eventually she did give them a shot. She saw Empire with me when we screened it in 35mm for a radio station event (the screening went over pretty well! We had stormtroopers & Boba Fetts & Vaders and everything.) She stopped fucking with the Prequels after Phantom Menace. Still hasn't seen II or III in full, although what she's seen of II fucking boggled her mind with its ineptitude. It's pretty interesting hearing her thoughts on the films specifically because there's no real cultural baggage involved. She simply judges them as fantasy films.
So anyway, her rankings:
Rogue One
The Empire Strikes Back
The Force Awakens
Return of the Jedi
Star Wars
The Phantom Menace