Poor guy, all these years we thought he was a hero, one of the greatest film makers of all time. Now it turns out that he had intended to make six crapy movies all along, and that three of them (mostly due to the help of good directors) accidentaly turned out to be good. I am starting to understand the guy now. Suddenly the special editions make perfect sense. George, if you're reading this, I am giving you a big ol' pat on the back. You succeeded buddy! Congradulations!