It was the first movie I drove to on my own. Took a bunch of friends in my car, right after I got my license --- so it must have been June of '77. We had to wait 3 hours to get into the theater, which featured the biggest screen I'd ever seen ... and, unbeknownst to me at the time, one of only 8 true 70mm Dolby Stereo prints of Star Wars being shown that first summer anywhere in the U.S.
I realized the movie had gotten under my skin when, on the way home, 16-year-old new driver that I was almost flipped the car on a clover-leaf freeway interchange while pretending to be an X-Wing pilot dive-bombing the Death Star.
Ooooops.
