|"I can't believe it, Marty! We've become trapped in this girl's blog!"|
Cinematically speaking, Back to the Future is a perfect movie. I don't say that lightly. There's nothing to add, nothing to remove. It's a diamond. That said, the film is also deeply superficial. This movie is not about anything. I mean, it's ostensibly about a kid who has to get back to the future (!!!), but there are no themes here, no deeper meaning. What message do you take away from Back to the Future? Not to flirt with your mom? Not to buy plutonium off the black market? I'm drawing a blank. Plus, although Back to the Future is hilarious, the source of its humor is really, really weird. Nine out of ten dentists agree that most people don't find incest hilarious, yet the audience in the theatre was in stitches when Marty's mom stripped him naked while unconscious and subsequently tried to coerce him into staying the night.
Back to the Future's politics haven't aged well -- Lorraine's near-rape is played as George's big chance to be a hero, the "Libyans" who sold Dr. Brown his plutonium are screeching Arab stereotypes, and a throwaway joke which implies Chuck Berry stole his groundbreaking "Johnny B. Goode" from a white guy left me squirming in my seat. To play the devil's advocate, though, it's all more ignorant than malicious, and the Eighties has worse gaffes to atone for (Sixteen Candles, anyone?). The moments that make you cringe are in far shorter supply than the moments of inspired brilliance, such as Marty coercing George into pursuing Lorraine by impersonating "Darth Vader from the planet Vulcan" and torturing him with Van Halen guitar licks. I give Back to the Future a 5/5. I can't not. It's dated, it's bizarre, but it's a work of mad genius.
|The first PSA for "don't stick your dick in crazy."|