Star Wars.
however. I didn't see it in optimum conditions; to call the alleged cinema a flea pit would be excessive praise. It was a roofed-over yard, with an uneven (and sloping) floor, covered with a damp carpet and a thick layer of crisp packets, bottles and cans. The seats were knackered and dusty, the screen dirty and the speakers blown. The sound quality didn't matter too much, because we were distracted by the constant rustling of creatures scurrying about in the debris on the floor.
ever since I haven't been able to take Star Wars seriously.