There goes another beloved childhood memory...

I had watched the entire STAR WARS saga, end-to-end, all 18 hours of it, once a year from the age of 20 to 28. Before that, from the time I was 15, that annual binge of the first three movies was a sacred ritual for me.

And in all of that time, I never once noticed that the entire Death Star trench run was basically one giant Freudian slip:


DAMN YOU, SCREEN JUNKIES!!!

On the plus side... it's still almost certainly better than the next installment in what was once the greatest film saga of all time is likely to be.

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