According to
my pal Conan O'Brien, Back to the Future turns 25 today.
First: holy shit Back to the Future is 25!? I guess, somewhere, deep down, I figured that. I mean, the thing takes place (half-ly) in 1985, and 2010 minus 1985 is 25, but still - seeing it in print makes me feel old.
Secondly: I was debating what to do with my Fourth of July holiday weekend. PROBLEM SOLVED.
Thirdly: I can't even tell you -- although you probably all already know -- how much I fucking love Back to the Future. I'm not going to rehash
every time I've bitched about time travel (especially not when there's a handy-dandy tag for it), but ... to borrow a quote from an entirely different movie, I'm tingling in antici..........pation.
Last year it was a Die Hard marathon (and if my insomnia doesn't cure itself, there could still be another Die Hard marathon). I'm still not sure what's more patriotic to marathon on the Fourth of July (Spike TV argues that the most patriotic thing is to watch all six Star Wars movies. Not with the commercials, it isn't. Also, the first trilogy? Really?), but Back to the Future wins in my book.