Great Scott!
I just posted about how I've been watching Back to the Future a lot recently. I'm on my third time through the series in as many weeks, and I've noticed something strange. Something that I probably should have realized a long time ago...but I never pay much attention to little details. The present date throughout all three movies, the date that they're always trying to get back to is October 26, 1985 (actually, in the third one, it's October 27, but close enough). My brother passed on October 26, 2004.
It's funny, because this was one my brother's very favorite movie series. Mine, too. It was one of the things that we were able to bond over when we were younger. We used to fight like crazy way back when, but this was one of the few things that we agreed on (for the most part, our taste in movies was completely different). As we grew up, we got along better. We stopped fighting all the time and grew exceptionally close. Unlike my sister, who treated me like an annoying and bothersome little sister, my brother went out of his way to involve me in things. He took me places, even with his own friends, which was something my sister wouldn't be caught dead doing. But watching the Back to the Future movies remained one of our very favorite things to do together.
I can still remember, as I watch the movies now, the things that make him laugh, or the things that made him go, "Hey, wait a minute!" We'd always discuss the movies afterwards and compare plot points and mistakes. We'd talk about how time travel could be a possibility some day. My brother was certain that someone would be able to figure it out eventually. He did impressions of Doc Brown all the time. My friends would come over, and I'd have to ask him to do his impression, because everyone wanted to see it. He took me to see a real DeLorean one day. I was nine at the time, I think, and I was shocked that a real one looked nothing like the one in the movie, because of all the extra stuff they put on it. He got John DeLorean's autobiography, Hard Driving, and we both read it. We were the epitome of obsessed fans, doing and getting everything we could that was remotely associated with the movie.
For my sixth birthday (the year the first movie came out), he got me one of the movie's lifesize cardboard cutout advertisements from a movie theatre. It was the one of Marty with the DeLoreon, and I went absolutely fangirlish over it, because Michael J. Fox was my first crush. For my tenth birthday (the year the second movie came out), he got me another cardboard cutout from the second movie - the one with both Doc and Marty with the DeLorean. He tried to get the one from the third movie, but he was a little late. They'd already gotten rid of it when he went to make a plea for it, or else I would have had the whole collection! Actually, I'm still not sure how he managed to get the cardboard cutouts at all. I've tried many times to get some myself, and I'm always told that they're for theatre use only, and they're not allowed to be given away (which is stupid, because I'm also told that they're thrown out after the movie's run is over). My brother was able to convince the managers to let him have them somehow! He was a sweet talker. He could have sold snow to Eskimos in the middle of winter if he'd wanted to.
That's what the movies remind me of. That's one of the reasons why they're so special to me. Apart from being really awesome movies, of course. When I realized that the present date in the movies was the same as his death date...I just sat there for a really long time, and all these memories seemed to hit me like a tidal wave. Some things that I had forgotten, like about the cardboard cutouts. How could I forget those things? But I guess that's why I've been watching these movies like crazy lately. They help me remember things, and I'm at a point now, five years after his death, where these memories are nice <3
It's funny, because this was one my brother's very favorite movie series. Mine, too. It was one of the things that we were able to bond over when we were younger. We used to fight like crazy way back when, but this was one of the few things that we agreed on (for the most part, our taste in movies was completely different). As we grew up, we got along better. We stopped fighting all the time and grew exceptionally close. Unlike my sister, who treated me like an annoying and bothersome little sister, my brother went out of his way to involve me in things. He took me places, even with his own friends, which was something my sister wouldn't be caught dead doing. But watching the Back to the Future movies remained one of our very favorite things to do together.
I can still remember, as I watch the movies now, the things that make him laugh, or the things that made him go, "Hey, wait a minute!" We'd always discuss the movies afterwards and compare plot points and mistakes. We'd talk about how time travel could be a possibility some day. My brother was certain that someone would be able to figure it out eventually. He did impressions of Doc Brown all the time. My friends would come over, and I'd have to ask him to do his impression, because everyone wanted to see it. He took me to see a real DeLorean one day. I was nine at the time, I think, and I was shocked that a real one looked nothing like the one in the movie, because of all the extra stuff they put on it. He got John DeLorean's autobiography, Hard Driving, and we both read it. We were the epitome of obsessed fans, doing and getting everything we could that was remotely associated with the movie.
For my sixth birthday (the year the first movie came out), he got me one of the movie's lifesize cardboard cutout advertisements from a movie theatre. It was the one of Marty with the DeLoreon, and I went absolutely fangirlish over it, because Michael J. Fox was my first crush. For my tenth birthday (the year the second movie came out), he got me another cardboard cutout from the second movie - the one with both Doc and Marty with the DeLorean. He tried to get the one from the third movie, but he was a little late. They'd already gotten rid of it when he went to make a plea for it, or else I would have had the whole collection! Actually, I'm still not sure how he managed to get the cardboard cutouts at all. I've tried many times to get some myself, and I'm always told that they're for theatre use only, and they're not allowed to be given away (which is stupid, because I'm also told that they're thrown out after the movie's run is over). My brother was able to convince the managers to let him have them somehow! He was a sweet talker. He could have sold snow to Eskimos in the middle of winter if he'd wanted to.
That's what the movies remind me of. That's one of the reasons why they're so special to me. Apart from being really awesome movies, of course. When I realized that the present date in the movies was the same as his death date...I just sat there for a really long time, and all these memories seemed to hit me like a tidal wave. Some things that I had forgotten, like about the cardboard cutouts. How could I forget those things? But I guess that's why I've been watching these movies like crazy lately. They help me remember things, and I'm at a point now, five years after his death, where these memories are nice <3