We going back to the future!
You may or may not be aware that here in London, a giant replica version of 1950s Hill Valley (the fictional town from Back to the Future, for the two non-nerds reading this) has been built, right next to the Olympic Park in Stratford. The reason? Secret Cinema is screening Robert Zemeckis’ classic film over number of different weekends throughout the summer, and have created a total immersive experience for people to enjoy. Doors open at 5.15, and once inside, you can walk around the town square, explore the shops, go to the high school, and buy overpriced food and drink.
Being a huge fan of the film, I am of course going, and have tickets for tomorrow night. The instructions are to dress up in 1950’s style, and bring along various items like an alarm clock, a family photo, and other items that relate to your ‘character’ (each ticket-holder has been given their own ID card – in my case, I am a student from Hill Valley High). I know some people who have already been, and they say it is amazing. Apparently, they even recreate the moment the Delorean gets struck by lightening and goes ‘back to the future’ as it happens in the movie. Let me say this now – if that actually happens, I will literally wet my pants.
You see, I adore Back to the Future. It is easily one of my favourite films of all time, and whenever I catch it on television, I can’t help but watch it to the end. It’s funny, exciting, nostalgic, the music is awesome, and the Delorean is the coolest car ever to appear on the silver screen. When I was younger, I was so obsessed with the film that I took apart my electronics kit and stuck all the wires to the frame of my bicycle in the hope that if I cycled fast enough, somehow I would create a temporal distortion and travel through time, much like the Delorean did when it hit 88 miles per hour.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Instead of a temporal distortion, all I created was an annoyed mother who had a go at me for ruining my bike. But give me a break – I was only 25 at the time.
The only thing I’m worried about is the weather. You see, the remnants of Hurricane Bertha are merrily drifting across the Atlantic towards England as we speak, and the weather boffins (to use the parlance of the tabloids, who aren’t allowed to use the word ‘expert’) reckon it may hit London on Sunday. I really hope this doesn’t happen. I hope that somehow, the hurricane gets distracted by something interesting going on in France and goes there instead (sorry France).
Fortunately, I have a cunning plan. You see, I made sure to invite a friend of mine along to the film. His name is Mark, and he is as much a fan of Back to the Future as I, but he also has this strange lucky streak. ‘Jammy’, I call it. I’ve lost count of the number of times we have been places together when it has supposed to rain, yet his presence seem to ward of clouds. It’s like putting a drop of washing up liquid in some oil – the weather seems to just clear up wherever he goes.
Tomorrow is really going to put his powers to the test, so I’ll let you how we get on. Will Mark be able to defy the Met office’s expectations and bring us good weather? Will Secret Cinema recreate the moment the Delorean goes back in time? Will I wet my pants? Check back here soon to find out!