Friday, March 5

Back to the Future 25th Anniversary Event at the Hollywood Palms

Well, can I first just start by kicking myself? I waited almost a week to write this, and coverage has been everywhere about this event. (My blogging has dropped off since I've been in grad school.) I've heard a lot of the same sentiments echoed that I felt that day, so let me just take a moment to say that everything I'm going to write today was discussed in the car on the drive home from the event with my husband, best friend, and her husband. So this event was powerful, powerful enough to make everyone who attended feel some very similar emotions and push us all toward similar conclusions about the film and our generation. As a human race, that's good and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. As a blogger...that's bad. I was slow. Okay, kicking over.

For starters, I have never been to the Hollywood Palms before, and wow...this place is a movie geek's dream. It's how every movie theater should be! It provides an experience, which is what "going to the movies" once was and should be again. I once dreamed of opening my own theater, I still do, and when I was picturing what it could be like, I have to tell you, the Hollywood Palms is pretty close. For something to actually be similar to something I could imagine, with my brain as jammed full of pop culture as it is...that's quite an impressive feat. I'm the girl who is usually dissapointed in the fact that reality is never able to compete with what I can conjure in my mind. That's probably why I love theme parks so much, they're very imagination-centric. But this place. THIS place did it, and then some. I would consider relocating my living location to be closer to this place. That's all I'm sayin'...

Sidebar: Don't EVER tell anyone that they look like a celebrity if there is even the slightest chance that it won't be flattering to them. EVER. Normally, I have my wits about me enough to remember such social graces. But I was suppressing a lot of my enthusiasm, because often times, my enthusiam comes out as CRAZY. And I really didn't want to scare the celebrities. So in my flurried state of suppressed excitement between meeting Lea Thompson and Christopher Lloyd, I asked the theater owner if anyone ever told him he looked like Hal Holbrook. I could just kick myself, he was NOT pleased. I usually have at least one Chris Farley Show moment per special event that I attend, and that was it this time.

So we get there, the theater blows our minds, we walk around and enjoy the Deloreans, the Back to the Future soundtrack playing on the speakers, the TEAM FOX table, the other fans, and the many movie posters. We decide we're going to do the autograph and picture thing after the screening, and so we go take our seats in theater one, which is the Wizard of Oz room. I was crossing my fingers for the Egyptian themed one, but who was I to be picky?

This is a dine-in theater, so I order the Portabella Lugosi Burger, Jake gets the Arnold Schwarzenburger and we steal some of Lindsay and Joe's Lord of the Onion Rings. Just as my face is full of food, out comes Lea Thomspon, Christopher Lloyd, Claudia Wells, and James Tolkan. We were in the second row, and I can't tell you how surrreal it was that the moment I met these icons, I was stuffing my face with food. It kind of felt like that ubiquitous dream of showing up to class naked. There was no hope of looking cool in front of anyone, let alone a hero, while eating a meal built around a pun. It was kind of awesome, food + great movie + noted actors but it equaled strangely casual. There should've been a red carpet or something. I wanted to throw my burger across the room and be like, "Get behind me burger! Don't you see who is standing right in front of me?!"

But there we were, mid-westerners munching away during the Q&A with these people who represented, for some of us, our first brush with truly loving the movies. I just decided to go with it, though it was really tough not to be that girl and run up front and do something wacky. Which probably would've gotten me arrested...so it was all for the best.

Lindsay's husband...okay wait, before I tell you that anecdote, I have to tell you this. Lindsay is my best friend. She's amazing. She's thrown me countless birthday parties, a bridal shower, and a wedding. We went to school together and bonded over the movies. We basically lived entire summers together learning songs and dances from films, My Little Buttercup from The Three Amigos for example. And Back to the Future is Lindsay's ALL TIME FAVORITE. I've never been able to really give anything decent back to her for all the fun things she's done for me. So when my friend Jen sent me an email about this event, I knew this might be the beginning of the long road back trying to repay Lindsay for her excellent friendship. I mean, that makes it sound like it's over...but you get what I mean. So that was half the fun of the event for me, us getting to see this movie together for the first time on the bigscreen. (We were three when it was released in theaters the first time, so we missed that experience.)

So here's that stalled anecdote. When Lindsay's husband was a little kid, he used to run around the playground and look at his watch like Doc Brown and say, "Damn. Damn Damn." just like Doc does in the movie. All I have to say about that is that Lin and Joe have two kids now with one on the way, and they are movie-quote machines. So it runs in the family.

Yeah...maybe I placed that photo there to make me feel like Christopher Lloyd and Lea Thompson were laughing at my anecdote...what's it to ya? Anyway...

The Q&A part of the day was a big challenge. It was a challenge for me because I couldn't think of a SINGLE question. I was too busy choking back tears of joy. (I told you, I was trying to be less of a psycho than I have been in previous encounters with celebrites. Poor, poor Doug Jones...) I just kept thinking, "Here I am with my sandwich, and there's Doc Brown, Judge Doom, Uncle Fester, Kruge, Professor Plum, and even that terrifying headless professor from one of those Amazing Stories episodes that gave me years of trauma! One of the greatest character actors of all time. What could I ask him that he hasn't been asked a billion times already?" So I had to sit there and suffer through well-meaning but lame questions like, "What's it like to live in California?" Ugh. Really?

But I couldn't think of ANYTHING. Jake thought of something cool at the last minute, but they ran out of time. He was going to ask what it took to help all the actors decide to commit to a movie about a time-travelling teenager? Probably Spielberg's involvement would've been my guess. But that's a really good question. I'm sure actors don't know they're making a classic in advance, right?

So during the Q&A, the actors said some of the most classic lines, including one of my favorites, "Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads." Lea Thompson was hysterical and witty and totally down to Earth. She's another one that offered a surreal moment. Outside of Back to the Future, one of my favorite movies as a kid was Space Camp. Her character made me feel slightly more okay with being a science nerd. When we met later, she was just completely nice. We talked about Harold and Maude and she mentioned that she just booked a new series from the people who created Monk. So look for that for sure. (And I admit to getting giddy later when I realized I was now officially one step removed from Kate Capshaw. AWESOME.)

Once the actors were finished with the Q&A, they headed out. (I was the only one who thought it was a good idea to give a standing ovation. Awkward moment #2.) Then the movie began, and let me tell you, it was an entirely different experience on the big screen. I noticed things I've never seen when watching them at home. The script seemed so tight, there were no loose ends. The movie had a tone, a look, and a feel that I think cynical audiences today might not accept from any new films. It's a happy film, inarguably populist, and still completely hilarious in a very Marx Brothersian way. More slapstick than I've ever noticed watching it on the small screen.

True, we were in an audience full of established fans. But I've never laughed so hard at Back to the Future before. Every face Doc Brown made got uproarious laughter. The clocktower sequence felt tense. Despite the fact that I knew what was going to happen, I even found myself chewing on my nails at one point. This was a movie MADE for the big screen and you can feel it in every individual shot and through the fast paced editing and the fact that everything in the film serves a purpose. Every scene, every bit of dialogue, and every visual details belongs there. It made me wonder, how has filmmaking changed now that directors are thinking about DVDs and laptop screens...or has it?

In fact, I decided to use the movie for a teaching presentation I had to do the next Monday. I decided to expand that day of teaching into a full week. I thought we'd do a section on revision, so I went digging for original drafts of the script when I got home. I watched the special features again on the DVDs, and this film was so expertly crafted. Bob Gale's first draft is a bit darker and harder to believe with way more characters. (The nuclear fridge is in there Indy fans...*shudder*)

Even some of the shot scenes that hit the floor are telling. At one point in a cut scene, Doc Brown pulls a Playboy out of the suitcase he packed that was in the Delorean. That scene was cut, likely because they wanted the movie to be as kid friendly as possible and so we as an audience wouldn't feel weird about Doc Brown. And what would it have added except a laugh for half the audience? Nothing. So it hit the floor. If only writers and directors weren't so precious with their films today. Today, they'd probably throw five more Playboys in the scene and give him a two pack a day smoking habit just to make it feel edgy and "real". But there's something about the cleanliness of the film that contributes to its classic status. It's safe, it's fun, we can cheer for the good guys all the way because they're genuinely good guys, not just our protagonists. You know what I mean?

Something else kind of magical happened. For the first time, ever, I identified with the characters of George and Lorraine. My entire life, I've always seen myself as a Marty or a Jennifer. But this time, Jake and I even found ourselves a little choked up at the arc of the parents. George McFly is an aspiring writer (ding), trying to find a way to build a life doing what he loves (ding), and eventually learns that all it takes is some confidence in yourself and the ability to stand against resistence time and again (ding) to end up as a successful writer with a happy life. We are the ones who can change our own future. (DING, DING, DING!!!)

So it's not just the nostalgia of the film or the love of the actors or even the super cool theater that made the event as awesome as it was. It was the power of the movie, the way it can grow and change with you and STILL speak to you on a different level than it did 25 years ago. That's what makes it a classic. Not the latest special effects, not the most contemporary actors, and not even the most unique plot. (Kids vs. Bullies) The timeless score never hurts though...

After the movie, we ran to wait in line to meet everyone and have our photos taken. I don't have a scanner just yet, so this is the best I can do at the moment.

For the record, I went in to shake Lloyd's hand and he pulled me in that close. So I was still being a good non-psycho fan at the time even if it doesn't look like it. Thompson was what my sisters and I would call, "one of us". She had the same rambunctious sense of humor, and I know this is part of doing good PR, but she seems like she would just be fun to hang out and go shopping with, cliche as that makes me sound. I also felt a lot of respect for her. The whole meeting was very, "girl powery" for me and there was nothing about her that was rushing us off or nervous.

Everyone there was genuinely thankful for the fan appreciation, we got to shake James Tolkan's hand and say hi to him. Jake talked to him briefly about Top Gun and he even saluted him. Listen, you can tell the geeks to tone it down a bit, but you really can't ever get us to behave like normals. Thankfully, Tolkan got a kick out of it and saluted Jake back. We heart character actors and if we ever get to make a proper full length movie, we'll fill the whole blasted thing with character actors.

In fact, this really got us thinking. We've partnered on and registered a few scripts, and we can never seem to get away from the pull of genre. We write space scripts and werewolf scripts and tropical adventure scripts, but typically we use the settings and cliches to comedic effect or as a backdrop instead of following their rules. We used to feel kind of bad about that. But we sort of made a pact not to worry about it anymore and to trust ourselves...especially after reading some of Gale's early BTTF drafts. This will come out as an insult, and I don't mean it to. But if his first draft started out the way it did and ended up as great as BTTF eventually did, then we have just as much of a shot at "making it" as anyone does. Despite all the work we know we have ahead of us.

Back to the Future is one of those movies that could've been awful if attempted the wrong way. Just think about how out there the plot is. But because the movie as a machine is firing on all pistons, it works. Zemeckis, Spielberg, Gale, the actors...everyone took what they were doing completely seriously and that's why they pulled it off. So much of modern filmmaking is ego and buying time and making a paycheck. Lucas and Spielberg did Star Wars and Indy because they loved genre, and Zemeckis usually does the same. It's the heart and attention behind a movie that makes it resonate with audiences.

This leads me to believe that it's not the idea for a film (or book or script or story) that's inextricably good or bad. Sort of like band names. If Pearl Jam had never hit it big and you saw their name on a flyer on the street today, you would think it was lame. But their music was what carried them, and good storytelling carries movies. Not plots. Everything in Back to the Future was paid loving attention. Every detail. And when you watch the movie from a filmmaking point of view, it's really a small movie. With the exception of the dance scene and the clocktower set (which is just the Universal backlot), they're just shooting in a high school and houses. It's not that it's the biggest or most impressive movie ever made. It's just REALLY well done and really well written. Cast perfectly, scored for tone and scope, and I keep saying this, but man, that movie is edited on a knife's edge. It really moves.

Needless to say, the 25th Anniversary event was inspiring, and it's my understanding that they're doing this on a sort of tour. So if you get to go to this event, DO NOT MISS IT. In fact, I recommend going to any event like this that you can find if you are an aspiring screenwriter, director, or even actor. I'm seeing things from the production side of the street because that's what I'm into, but if you love film at all, these things have a tendency to hit you right where you live in the best way possible. So viva la cinema, and long live the happy 80's classic, Back to the Future!


I had to take a brief snapshot of this wall, because they had one of my favorite Betty Grable posters, Moon Over Miami. This place just gets better and better.

Wednesday, March 3

Assistantship! (My Very Own Ode to Joy)

I was just awarded an assistantship in my graduate department for next year. It couldn't have come at a better time either, because with my mild success in the freelance world over the last year (!!!), I won't be getting any financial aid next year.

I'll likely be teaching some sections of Freshman English. And this is who I will choose as my teaching role model. No seriously...



And in honor of the rock theme of my joy, let me just add that I totally feel like this as well, especially combined with my still lingering high off of the BTTF event last weekend!



There's just been a lot of great things happening lately after a lot of good work. My sister is cooking on her book and I'm literally just BURSTING with pride. My best friend is having some great things happening...and A BABY, as is my sister-in-law. It's just a great time. Which makes me want to

A. Go roller skating

B. Have a happy ending montage for all our collective joy

and C. Do this with everyone! Even if we have to take turns...



Now, WHO WANTS WHITE CASTLE????? Weeeeeee! White Castle and Queen...I may be onto something...

Sunday, February 28

Happy Late Valentine's Day

Round Two of my sister's awesome annual Valentine's Day Cookies. You can see the previous year's cookies HERE. Just got the image in the email the other day, and they were too good not to share.




A Thank You and a Eulogy

Two big ripples happened in the pond of my geekdom this weekend. The first will get it's own blog in the near future, a monumental evening of Back to the Future nostalgia. (We met Christopher Lloyd!) For that I need to thank my good friend Jen.

Item #1 - The Thank You

A little backstory...Jen and I briefly lived together. Sorta. We shared a house, she lived in the upstairs apartment, I lived in the downstairs apartment. The first time I ever really hung out with her, she threw an awesome Oscar party and invited me. Strawberry cupcakes, which were so great that I now make them for Jake for special occasions. Later, when we lived in separate locations, we started to bond the way geeks do. Via the internet over shared pop culture and artistic interests.

Jen is thoughtful. She sent me a Spock bobblehead last summer because she knew I would love it, she sent me an amazing headshot of Angela Lansbury last year in an art deco frame that still sits on my office bookshelf today. (Somehow, she intuitively knew that I loved the Lansbury, despite the fact that we had never talked about it before.) She introduced me to the Boss and countless other amazing musical selections (White Stripes songs that weren't on the radio.) via handcrafted mix tapes with hand drawn covers. Hand drawn covers! She sends me email links to cool stuff like art exhibits I might like and most recently, a link to information about a showing of Back to the Future near Chicago.

Well, I went to that showing yesterday and it was epic. But again...trying to stifle that glee for now because it's worthy of it's own entry...and I'm still processing the sheer amount of awesome that was yesterday. But much like Marty McFly, I find myself looking back across time. What if I had never met Jen? I wouldn't have done, seen, heard about, or enjoyed a lot of the things that are now very significant parts of my life. So to that I say, in the most Golden Girls way that I can, thank you for being a friend. I owe you big time for one of the coolest days of my life.

Item #2

One of the artifacts of the beginning of my professional life as a career has ceased publication. Geek Monthly is no more. Fusion Publishing went bankrupt along with many other publishing houses during the recent financial crisis.

The editor there published me when I had only done a few other things in print for local magazines. In the world of freelance, it's all about momentum. When I first pitched to Geek Monthly, I had none. After I was published there, just once even, all of the sudden I could say that I had written for Geek Monthly.

I took that confidence, that tiny little line on a resume, and I was able to pitch to other magazines with it, start writing columns in other locations, decided to go to grad school, and even began to branch out into voiceover and production.

In short, I was doing the things I had always been doing, only now I had a modicum of success. Sometimes it just takes one person to give you a break, and from there everything starts to change. I know it sounds really dramatic, but that's a moment in time that I can look back on, point to and realize that's when I became serious about actually making a career out of my obsessions and aspirations.

Geek Monthly was the bridge to my professional life. Not like I'm sitting in my high rise being fed grapes and signing checks for movie scripts, I'm a working shmo just like every other writer in the world. But now I have momentum, confidence, a trajectory, and projects...which is a long way from the frustrated writer knowing I had something to say but nowhere to say it. I have to thank Geek Monthly and the editors there for allowing me to work with them. It really boosted my confidence to get a green light from my peers, the people whose opinions seem to matter to me most outside of my family and friends...my fellow geeks.

The greatest thing about Geek Monthly was that it was all-encompassing of geek culture. Not just movies, not just music, not just one genre, all of our interests were combined there on its slick and colorful pages. It was the Captain Planet of the niche magazine market. I don't say that just as a writer who worked for them occasionally, I say that as a reader who will really miss seeing it on the stands.

So thank you Jen and R.I.P. Geek Monthly.

Monday, February 22

How Disney's Main Street Electrical Parade Can Make You Cry

I'll be starting a new monthly column soon for Orlando Attractions talking about the rides from my childhood that I miss. Some I wish would be re-built, others I simply wish I could find a YouTube video of, and others still I don't feel the need to ride again but think fondly of them often. Jake and I will also resume filming of Park Geeks soon, our webisode series about two geeks giving others helpful tips from their years of experience attending them. (We were even engaged in a theme park.) First up for filming will be the cleanest park in America. Got any guesses?

Anyway, recently I was sent a weird Myspace message that got me thinking. (Is there any other kind?) It was from someone on my friends list that I almost never communicate with, a virtual acquaintance, if you will. It simply said, "Get over it honey, Disney is S*#$!"

I sent her a reply asking her if this was in response to something and even offered the possibility that it was I in error, after all, what if I had posted some kind of status update I didn't remember and this was a reply in jest. I try not to jump the gun. But she replied telling me that I seemed too Disney-focused and that it didn't seem healthy to her and that it was just, and I quote, "some friendly advice". I know. The internet, right?

But I'm never too lofty to really examine something like that when it's thrown out there. Am I too Disney focused? Jake and I have taken a Disney vacation every year since we've been married. (Granted, two of those trips were for work. Once for a magazine I wrote for and again for Park Geeks. But still...) We don't own any Disney cartoons, (They are quite costly.) but I probably spent the better half of my childhood watching them, and I'm not ashamed to say that I love them. I could go on and on, Disney is a source of inspiration to me because of people like Don Hahn and those that use their creative talents behind the scenes for a living there.

But there's something else...something else underneath not only my Disney nostalgia, but my theme park nostalgia in general, and I began to chip away at it last night. Jake and I laid in bed talking, in that way that we do when we know it's Sunday night and we don't really want the week to start. So we put it off by talking about nothing in general for at least an hour. Suddenly, it came to my mind that I had forgotten to tell him something that would be HUGE news for both of us.

Disney World is bringing back the Main Street Electrical Parade. Something that hasn't appeared there on a regular basis since my childhood. That parade represents one of the most vivid visual memories from my youth. Sitting on my Dad's shoulders while my Mom took photographs on the parade line at WDW's Magic Kingdom during one of our most memorable family vacations. To my child's eyes, it really was magical. All those lights in the shapes of so many whimsical objects and it just went on and on and on. It was that time in childhood when I didn't know how anything worked, so it just had to be magic. THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of my childhood. Those who know me won't be surprised.



(That footage is from a revamp of the parade at Disneyland in 2006.) Jake has heard me sing that song again and again and was never able to see it for himself. Now he'll finally be able to see it.

When I hear that music, I'm on my Dad's shoulders again and life is just beginning. For all of us.

I don't remember much about that day at the park. Just flashes here and there. I remember walking through the parking lot at the beginning of the day hand in hand with my sisters, standing at the Tikis in Adventureland with my Dad, sitting on my Mom's lap during the Enchanted Tiki Room show, and then that moment from the parade.

So you see, when I get misty eyed hearing something as goofy sounding (no pun intended) as the theme from the Electrical Parade, I'm not crying because the song is so moving. I'm thinking about my family. How my Dad probably can't go there with us again to relive that because of his hip problems, how my parents are divorced, how one of my sisters has passed away. There are happy tears too, for how lucky I was to have such a great childhood and how lucky I am still to have such great relationships with my parents and sisters. In this way, nostalgia is a very tricky thing, very tricky indeed with it's unpredictable mixture of happy and sad.

By the way, the meaning of the word "nostalgia"? The short version is that in Greek root word, NOSTOS = Coming Home and ALGOS = Pain or Ache. Seriously. What does that say about us geeks and our near surgical attachments to movies and pop culture?

Maybe that they equal a very real yearning for home, either one that existed for us or one that we wish could've been. Maybe that's not the case for all geeks, but it certainly is for me. When I watch Star Trek and Star Wars, it's my own little way of walking back into my living room in the 1980's, hideous brown shag carpet and all. It's true, I love what I love simply because I enjoy it. I'm a Trekkie for obvious reasons. I love Trek. But it is true that in my case, it will also be a lifelong connection to home. The same way that I'm trying to fold time together when Jake and I spend time in places that were so pivotal in my childhood. He can't see that time in my life, but he can at least be where it took place.

I could dredge up a million theme park memories having to do with my family. The summers at Kings Island with Smurf Ice Cream, the antelopes chewing on my mom's straw hat at Busch Gardens, my numerous trips to WDW with cousins, aunts, and mom and grandma, and even all our trips to so many zoos and museums. (This may call for a litany.)

-Getting stuck on Spaceship Earth with my Grandma.

-Singing Biz Markie songs with my sisters after the rain at Kings Island.

-Taking pictures in the movie museum there with my best friend, sister Heather, a friend who has since passed away, and eventually Jake literally seconds before he asked me to marry him. (In front of a model of the Starship Enterprise, no less.)

-Riding Tomb Raider with my Mom during our only trip alone together, when we were both feeling down and out about love.

-The long shady walk to the Top Gun ride as the sun set the day after my high school prom. That sickly sweet feeling in my stomach the entire time that life was about to change forever as my friends and I, my first love and I, prepared to part ways with goodbyes in the coming months both planned and unplanned. How's that for a run-on packed with feeling?

-Of course, there are all the subsequent adventures filming Park Geeks, where Jake and I are able to enjoy a really fulfilling friendship with one of our best friends, Josh, who at one time we probably thought we would never be able to hang out with again. (Long story.) See? Theme Parks equal redemption too...

-Jake's first time at any Disney park in 2007, his pure joy and elation over the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror as a life-long Rod Serling fan. And there's a moment all about connecting with inspirations and motivations for us creative types.

-Riding the now defunct, "If You Had Wings" ride over and over with cousins Eamonn and Dara. It was dedicated the magic of air travel, no, seriously...

To me, theme parks are a place to spend time with the people you love. Undistracted time for the pure purpose of enjoying each others company and letting go of life's worries and stresses. To me, it's the way that life should be. But we're all so busy and tired, that it rarely happens. So we have to get away to make it happen. And that's how we roll in mi famiglia.

I could go on, but I won't. The point is that when people like me latch onto something as a hobby, or in my case, a career, don't be so quick to brush them off as weirdos. (There are plenty of other reasons to put me in that category.) Know that there's something underneath our geeky devotion, something we want to share with others, some joy or feeling we want to help them recreate, and it likely goes deeper than what may appear on the surface.

For me, it's family. It's about my childhood, and the magic of that time. It's about my family now and how I enjoy looking back at the fun times we've spent together, and now it's about building my family with Jake, however that ends up looking down the road.

And of course, it's about a career. I love travel and tourism, I love journalism, and I like the fact that for me now, sometimes a day at work means a day at a theme park. I've discovered a way to get myself back to my happy place on a regular basis for a practical reason. Before you roll your eyes, ask yourself, what's your happy place and how can you get back there too with the ones you love? People may think you're strange, but you will find that it's worth it for the price of personal fulfillment and that warm squishy feeling of knowing you are working toward a goal related to something you really care about.

And because I know you're just dying to see a ride created in the 1980's and dedicated to air travel, here is a video of, "If You Had Wings". Enjoy.