I'm back, back from the Future

It never gets old. I figured there'd be a time when I'd stop saying this, but that time ain't come yet, and at this point I doubt it ever will. Latest test, the big screen, passed with McFlying colors! (I know I'm just a lame nerd, turn your backs on me while you still can)

The funny is still funny, the flux capacitor still fluxing, the suspense still suspended, the story is still alive.

There are some facial expressions these actors gave 25 years ago that talk loud, clear and to the damn point even if you have seen them a gazillion times.

I'm thinking stuff like this:

I will add more tomorrow as I get the time to grab them from the DVD.

Each turn surprised me even if I was in total control of the steering wheel, let's face it I know this script by heart in TWO completely different languages.

But I will never do it justice with my humanoid vocabulary so I'd better not waste my time on that. Especially since tomorrow marks the start of the Rome Film Festival and I have to be early, in good shape and looking great at the utmost opposite point of the city.

Speaking of, my point is, I was interviewed today at the screening because I was wearing my Back to the Future shirt (people apparently thought I'd had this great, forward idea, stopping me like I was a celebrity. I thought I'd just got dressed with the only natural thing you would wear to such an event). I was asked to voice whatever I wanted on the film. Anything. I stood blank. Mumbled something. Then felt like a stupid cow.

As I said, words can't but stop at some things, and this is one of them.

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Update!

A little more than one day as passed since I solemnly declared that I was going to grab pics from the DVD, and I've been very busy as you all know with the Rome Film Festival, but a solemn promise is a solemn promise. So tonight I put myself to it and rediscovered (I forget every time) that although I regularly purchased my copy of the movie I can't do whatever the fuck I want with it. It is in fact prohibited that I snap pics of it however I please. I am terribly annoyed about this and while I do understand copyright issues I am going to fight this fascist dictate!

So I ended up spending the last hour downloading free softwares, scanning forums and overall just trying to hack my mac. I will proudly say that the regime is defeated! Aided by Captain VLC and Lieutenant Apple Preview I tapped the Cricci flag deep in the enemy's ground and blew a rounded, tonic raspberry in its face.

I love this movie and I want to share iconic moments from it with other fans, maybe I want to print one out and keep it in my wallet. As long as I'm not using it for illegal purposes I should be able to take a look at a frame of the film I bought with my sweated money whenever I feel like it, even if I'm not in front of a screen. Therefore I encourage you to save this caps I made and spread them around in a BTTF-loving-lawfully-driven manner!

So these are the faces that still make me laugh 25 years later. I'll tell you I was laughing again while I was working on them, does it make me very tired, hopeless or awesome? You decide!

Strictly chronological order:

George McFly enjoying his son's take on greasy hair.

Marty McFly double-takes on a kid who looks familiar.

The Flux Capacitor is what makes time travel possible!

Doc thinks Lorraine is a psycho.

Doc enjoys watching what Marty can come up with concerning the rhythmic ceremonial ritual.

Marty McFly has an Edipo moment.

The wire just got unplugged. Again.

Do you want to tell me which one is your favorite? I really care!

Leave a comment below.

Today is the day

I was two that year, so that’s not possibly when I saw it the first time. Still I can’t remember when it was. I can’t even track the times I have actually watched it because they’re so lost in the blurry memories of childhood. I have one word for you: ancestral.

People say stuff you can’t remember never happened. I say if I can’t remember how my love for Back to the Future started it means I was born with it. It was my density.

And it is indeed. It is my density to see it on a big screen tonight. I have been waiting for this moment since I can’t even tell, hence, forever.

My text message alert sound is a recording of Doc saying “Great Scott” I snatched playing the DVD on loud TV 6 to 7 years ago, while not everybody gets it, it speaks volumes to me. It means something. I went crazy in a bar the other night when a cover band played Johnny B. Good and I said “Chuck. Chuck. It's Marvin - your cousin, Marvin BERRY. You know that new sound you're looking for? Well, listen to this” to a plain yellow wall. It meant something to me. There’s always a way to quote Back to the Future and to find a little of it in our everyday life. Even after 25 years. That’s how rich of a phenomenon it’s been. Have you ever looked at Calvin Klein underwear like they were just Calvin Klein underwear?

Back to the Future forged my carefree attitude in life and toward filmmaking. Marty McFly shaped everything I look in a man up to this day, and of course no one I ever find even remotely measures. I will live with its legacy forever and I wouldn’t ever want to change that. Of all the historical film moments in the history of cinema I am glad I was born just in time to be here for this one.

And I will celebrate this tonight.

From my pilgrimage to the Universal Studios in Los Angeles, August 2006 (second visit - first one dated 1998, pictures under wraps due to house renovation)

My little memorabilia collection. Hoping to nourish it soon with this...

The Flux Capacitor replica. Now this is heavy.

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And now a few reminders of why this day is so amazing. If they were ever necessary...

I didn't know about this and it rocks my socks!! (Bonus points for showing Peter Jackson, another fave of mine)

This is an oldie but-ah, hum... It's an oldie where I come from...

Marty McFly (still) is the man of my dreams

Is there something wrong with me? It’s Saturday night and I’ve been asked out by a few different groups of friends. I denied myself. Actually I was kinda scared that if they were going to invite me along more insistently I wouldn’t have been able to fend for my rights.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends. I’m an outgoing people’s person. But I’m just not that much into going out. Tonight for example I was perfectly contempt with staying at home with my parents in my PJs watching AS Roma play Genoa – and we won, eff them we won – while licking my fingers from a saucy mozzarella, tomatoes and raw ham pizza.

I went out with my girls this afternoon, we hung out, I got back at 8, so I’ve had my fair share of social interaction. I don’t feel compelled to get crazy late after dinner and sweat my ass off in cluttered, noisy clubs. I mean I like to let lose occasionally but it’s not my ideal timekiller. Am I missing out on something I will only be able to do at this stage of my life? That I have yet to figure out.

I usually spend most of my nights at football practice. Three times a week I get home at 11.30 pm, exhausted and hungry. To be honest with you when the opportunity presents itself to spend a whole evening at home, like during the weekend, I seize it!

Maybe I can make an exception if you’re taking me to a good movie, but otherwise I have fun minding my own business in my room. Taking care of my job’s public relations, reading my self-teaching books, catching up on films and tv, and writing this blog post.

No one went ahead in this business by waiting for occasions to rain on them. You have to work hard to succeed and sometimes this means homebound time. Personality is called that because it’s personal and not everybody will understand it. Well that is fine by me. Personality is the thing that is taking me places therefore I embrace it!

Then again I get these looks from people like “You’re staying in on a Saturday areyoucrazy?????” and I just don’t get them.

The interior of my house is so much fun. I have food, a macbook, a phone, adsl and tons of books, and that’s really all I need. Thanks to a couple of these in fact I did something I found EXTREMELY enjoyable today.

That is booking tickets to go see Back To The freaking Future back in a freaking CINEMA in ten freaking days!!!!

I waited 25 long years for this. And I’m going to finely taste every single second of it. Starting statim.

Now after that kind of screening, I find it would be a good time for me to go raise hell at some rhythmic ceremonial ritual, and that is exactly what I think I’ll do, but just because I won't be able to be here!!

In all seriousness these guys' initiative is plaudible. Joining terrific fun with a good cause is inspiring and jealous inducing. I would so want to join in. And there's a dress up contest for Doc's sake. I might cry...

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