Caution: spoilers abound! Sometime in 1980 or ’81—I can’t be sure of exactly when, but I do know it was between September of 1980, when I started First Grade, and April of 1981, when the Space Shuttle Columbia launched on its maiden voyage—I had one of the most formative experiences of my young life. My parents sat me down and explained to me what a black hole was (I’m sure their explanation was riddled with scientific errors, but I can no longer recall exactly what they said), and told me that there was going to be a movie on that night about a spaceship that gets sucked into a black hole. So, that night, we sat down and watched the amazing, astonishing, fascinating, hypnotizing Disney movie The Black Hole. There has been much criticism of The Black Hole over the years, and in my opinion all of it is unjustified. Some, notably Neil DeGrasse Tyson, have laid out the film’s scientific errors, and yes, those errors do exist, but in my opinion the scientific errors in The Black Hole