[Crash course for newcomers: We’re conducting a three-year experiment in which, for every year, we have to watch the same movie once a week. I had Top Gun last year, in the category Movie You Don’t Love, But Don’t Hate. This year I have Back to the Future for Movie You Love. Check out what everyone else is watching on our Cinemanauts page. These are my experiment results for October 2013.]
TOWER OF TERROR:
I got a little fanboyish in October, which frequently doesn’t register in my mind as something to document for this experiment because I am usually set to Mild Back to the Future Fanboy at all times. But, try as I might, I can’t pretend that my 2013 Halloween costume had nothing to do with watching Back to the Future 43 times this year.
The sexy version is the same, but with a hole for my penis.
It occurred to me all the way back in April that there aren’t any instantly recognizable fat characters in Back to the Future, but it hit me just a couple of months ago that I could totally be a prop. And since I’ve never put together a BTTF Halloween costume before (save for the occasional lab coat or red vest as a kid), this might as well be the year. I toyed with the idea of a flux capacitor with working lights, but where would I find the time? (Especially when I’m reviewing all these time travel movies like a madman.) So, I settled on what is arguably the thinnest possible item in the entire movie.
Hey, I won Most Creative Costume at a party. I also hit a couple people in the face. Don’t wear a sandwich board in a small space when you’re over six feet tall.
Oh, and, uh… there was plenty of leftover blue paper, so… you know… you never know when you’ll need a flyer or two…
Shut up. I love this movie.
I daresay this behavior indicates that I’m not sick of watching Back to the Future yet.
WHO WON? WHO’S NEXT? YOU DECIDE:
Continuing the theme of not really noticing when my actions even qualify as scientific results of being ocularly injected with Back to the Future on a weekly basis, I became a little obsessed this month with a particular web series. About rap battles. Between prominent pop culture figures. Some of which are time travelers. These two, specifically.
Now, come on, that’s just a catchy tune. That I listened to eight times in a row. For a few days. And bought the single. In case my Internet stops working. Shut up.
QUOTING LEADS TO ANGER:
On October 9th, 2013, at 7:58pm EST, Cinemanaut Becca was talking about going on a date and I couldn’t recall with whom. I told her, “I can’t keep track of your boyfriends,” remembered that’s one of Dave’s lines from Back to the Future, and slapped my forehead vigorously. Ouch.
FILM RECOGNITION SKILLS ARE AT AN ALL-TIME HIGH:
On October 18th, 2013, at 6:35pm EST, while looking through file videos at work, I saw the following preview image on a news story for less than a second…
“Oh, they’re watching Back to the Future,” I instantly thought and went back to my business, then suddenly realized I’ve become Rain Man. That’s not even an iconic shot. That’s the Libyan van in the mall parking lot. There was no indication in the accompanying text that this story had anything to do with Back to the Future; it was just a generic report on a drive-in movie night somewhere in Florida. I highly doubt I could have identified the film as fast a year ago, but I have no way of knowing. An experiment must be devised, I think.
TOP GUN TRAUMA:
I only had one major result from last year’s experiment this month. On October 5th, 2013, at 4:30pm EST, Cinemanaut Becca was picking out a stack of comedy movies to watch at a friend’s house. When she suggested Hot Shots!, I said to throw it in the pile. Then I remembered what Hot Shots! is: an 84-minute Top Gun flashback just waiting to happen. At which point I loudly yelped, “NO!” And Becca laughed at me.
FUCK LORD OF THE RINGS:
I know, I won’t be watching The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring for 52 weeks in a row until 2014, but this is the month that voting ended, so now I know exactly in what ways I’m going to hate next year. Any tiredness I used to feel from watching Back to the Future has now been transferred to a crippling fear of next year. I feel renewed. I know I’ll always be a fan of Back to the Future, science experiment or not. But fuck fuck fuck Lord of the Rings.
Not yet, you bastard. Put it down.