This is my blog, right? I’m pretty sure it is. So, with that fact under careful consideration, I would like to submit the following: I will post what I want to post, whenever I’m so inclined. It has occurred in the past that I have apologized in posts for how long it has been since the previous post. Who cares? Am I right? Well, probably. I keep thinking of BKN as something that I should be working to transform into a popular internet phenomenon. But, let’s be honest—this is a vanity project. I, for whatever ridiculous reason, think that my opinions, thoughts, and ideas are so important that I need to make them public. That concept keeps translating itself in my brain into the notion that I must carefully vet anything I might post here for it’s value on a site that might be frequented by the internet masses. Well, fuck that. And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk.
Back to the Future might be the only movie, apart from certain classic animated Disney films, capable of causing my body to fire of endorphins. I mean, it helps if there are other chemicals involved, but still.
Hey, I just noticed that the guy who cleaned up and repaired Biff’s car in 1955 in BTTF-II is the same as the guy who, in 2015, talks to Marty about the Cubs winning the World Series in the same movie. It seems that every time I watch these movies I pick up on another detail that serves only to increase my appreciation for the series. To make a contradictory point, it’s always bothered me that the Grays Sports Almanac wasn’t thicker. In BTTF-II we see how the information is arranged in book, and they are not conservative with page real estate. It is supposed to cover every major sporting event, covering football, baseball, soccer, and even horse races, from the year 1950 to 2000—half a century—and yet it is only about as thick as a magazine (and probably the same dimensions by height and width).
I’m all over the place here, sorry. Next thought: It took what seemed like an eternity for Universal to release the BTTF trilogy on DVD. I was entirely expectant of a very late release of the blu-rays. I am definitely pleased to have been proven wrong. Man, these movies are so perfect. Why haven’t “the Bobs” (Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale) teamed up to create something comparable since? I mean, I enjoyed Zemeckis’s take on A Chrostmas Carol in 2010, but it wasn’t in any way comparable to the BTTF series. And nothing else he has done since has really held a candle. I mean, hell, Polar Express and Beowulf both kind-of sucked.