Happy 25th Anniversary, Back to the Future

I couldn’t let today go by without pointing this out.

Today is the 25th anniversary of the theatrical release of Back to the Future, my favorite movie of all time.

Here’s the original New York Times review, from 25 years ago today, July 3, 1985.

A few days ago, Universal Studios announced that they’ll be releasing the trilogy on Blu-Ray this fall — on October 26, 2010, the 25th anniversary of the day in 1985 that Marty McFly goes back in time.

I saw the movie twice during the summer of 1985, and since then I’ve seen it more times than I can count. I can recite almost every line of the movie in its proper intonation.

Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll! Now we can watch Jackie Gleason while we eat!

Lorraine: It’s our first television set. Dad just picked it up today… do you have a television?

Marty: Well, yeah, you know, we have… two of them.

Milton: Wow, you must be rich!

Stella: Oh honey, he’s teasing you, nobody has two television sets.

(Ralph Kramden appears on the TV screen in his space costume.)

Marty: Hey, hey, I’ve seen this one, I’ve seen this one! This is a classic! This is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space.

Milton: What do you mean you’ve seen this? It’s brand new.

Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a… rerun.

Milton: What’s a rerun?

(pause)

Marty: You’ll find out.

Thanks to Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale and Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd and Alan Silvestri and everyone else for creating something I’ll enjoy for the rest of my life.

Childhood Idol

What would you do if you encountered one of your childhood idols?

Last night, Matt and I went to the Public Theater to see Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, a terrific, rocking, sexy show. Before we went to our seats, I went to use the restroom… and as I was leaving the restroom, Michael J. Fox walked in.

Now, to understand how I feel about Michael J. Fox, you will have to remember that Back to the Future is my favorite movie ever. I’ve been in love with that movie ever since I saw it in the theater as a kid, 25 years ago. I know Michael J. Fox is not really Marty McFly, but to me he always will be. And before Back to the Future, there was Family Ties, a show I always enjoyed. And after Back to the Future, there were several other movies and another TV show, and then he went public with having Parkinson’s disease, which only made me admire him more. He’s also written a few books (which I’ll admit I haven’t read), including a new one that just came out last month.

Last week he did a hilarious cameo on The Colbert Report. So I guess he must be in New York for a little while.

So anyway, after I left the restroom, I said to Matt, “Did you know who was in there? Michael J. Fox!” I wasn’t sure if he was seeing the same show as us, because the Public has a few different theaters in the building. But after we went into our theater and took our seats, I kept turning around to see if he walked in.

Sure enough, he soon did… and he sat down at the end of our row.

The Newman Theater at the Public isn’t very big — 300 seats. The last time we were there, Stephen Sondheim sat behind us.

I think Fox was with someone (his wife?), but I’m not sure, because I didn’t want to be too glaringly obvious and lean forward and stare at him.

My dilemma then began. I hate being the type of person who goes up to celebrities and says hello. But he’s not just a celebrity to me. He’s one of my heroes. This was an opportunity to go up to one of my heroes and say hello and tell him how much I’ve admired him since I was a kid. It was just a few minutes before 8:00, when the lights go down and the show starts, and there was no intermission. So I had to decide quickly.

And… I wound up staying in my seat. I was too nervous. I wouldn’t know what to say, and I didn’t want to sound stupid, and I didn’t want to disturb him and his privacy.

So I missed my chance to say hi to Michael J. Fox.

When the show ended and the lights came up, I looked at the end of the row… and there were two empty seats. He and his theater companion were already gone, probably having slipped out unobtrusively during the curtain calls.

Sigh.