Back to the past
From this weekend UK cinema-goers get to relive the mid-eighties with the re-release of one THE greatest family movies of that (or indeed any other) decade – Back to the Future. Whether you’re old enough to have seen it first time around or you’re discovering it anew on the big screen, it’s a cinematic must-see.
Originally released in the UK in December 1985, the first of the time-traveller trilogy of movies still remains one of my favourite movies ever, ever, EVER, twenty-five years later.
I went to see it with my mate and his brother at the ABC in Bradford. I remember being gobsmacked by the fantastic story (which could have been disastrously complicated but wasn’t) and also by how damned cool Marty McFly was.
Of course it could have been a different film entirely. Eric Stoltz began filming as Marty when Michael J. Fox couldn’t be released from his sitcom, Family Ties. Thankfully, the producers realised that choice was wrong and struck a deal with Fox.
Even the time machine itself changed guises. It was intended to be an atomic refridgerator but producers feared kids would try to copy Marty and climb inside their own fridges! Instead the iconic DeLorean made an appearance (its gull-wing shape considered more likely to be mistaken for a spaceship by Old Man Peabody). Funny to think it could have been anything else!
The rest, as they say, is cinematic history.
Back in 1985 my future hadn’t been written. No-one’s had. I do wonder where I’d like to go if I had a DeLorean, a flux capacitor and enough plutonium to generate the 1.21 gigawatts. Doc Brown goes to great pains to prevent Marty from changing history, but would we be so careful if we could go back in time?
Personally, I’d love to travel back to Dallas in 1963 to see who really shot Kennedy. Of course that is a challenge even with a temporally-displaced DeLorean. How do I get to Dallas then? Hmm, let’s gloss over that.
I’d also travel back to just before I was born to watch the first moon landing. That offered an optimistic vision of a future that never really materialised, but to witness it first-hand would be worth nicking anyone’s radioactive material.
Instead, I’ll make do with reliving an evening in 1985 when I was transported across time with a Californian teenager and a mad scientist.
Over to you, dear reader. If you had a juiced-up DeLorean and all the plutonium you wanted (or maybe a Mr. Fusion unit) where would you go, past or future?