Remember that day when I blogged it was the day that Marty McFly set in the time machine in Back to the Future and it turned out not to be? (i.e. it was some pesky person’s idea of a joke?) Well it is – really this time – the 25th anniversary of the film and to celebrate it’s been given a cinema release.
I’m sure I mentioned that I saw it twelve times at the cinema in 1985 and so I wasn’t going to miss the chance to see it there again. Even though the screening was at 9.10PM and therefore it didn’t finish until past my bedtime. But, you know, I can stay up late once every 25 years…
David came too – he’d seen it at the cinema when it came out as well, but just the once. I don’t think he had a crush on Michael J Fox like I did, so that’s understandable. I was a little bit worried that the nostalgia would be too much for me and I’d end up crying like I did when I heard Mississippi by Pussycat on the radio on Sunday*, but I was fine. I actually managed to forget about my 14-year-old self and enjoy the film.
I did spend quite a lot of time thinking of the things I’d never heard of before Back to the Future – malls, Calvin Klein, meatloaf, JC Penny, TaB, DeLoreans, reefer – and also about how it shouldn’t really be a PG: there’s a lot of swearing, the scene with Biff and Lorraine in the car was a lot worse than I remembered (I’d considered taking Harry – to an earlier screening – but it’ll be a while before I’d let him watch it now), but I really enjoyed it and I’m really glad we went. Anyone else been/going? I think it’s on until Thursday.
* One of the problems with growing up in the 70s is that the music that makes me feel nostalgic or makes me miss my mum is generally pretty cheesy. The last song that made me sob like a loon was The Last Farewell by Roger Whittaker!