Went and saw the new movie Super 8 this weekend. I won't divulge any spoilers here. What I will say is that the film gave me a severe case of the nostalgia blues. It's sad, but I always knew this day would come. Allow me to explain...
Years and years ago, somewhere back in the mists of time (1985, to be exact), I went to the old Thunderbird Cinema (now the Canopy Club) with my mom to see Back to the Future. For the 10 or 12 of you who aren't aware, the plot of that movie consists of the protagonist going back in time thirty years to 1955 to set some things right with his parents, etc. It was great. I had fun watching it, and the film has become a classic.
When originally watching Back to the Future, I remember thinking to myself, 'The 1950s were quaint, weren't they? So long ago. Little diners, soda jerks, old cars.... isn't it kinda' funny?' As I got older, however, the creeping realization began to set in that, someday, I would see a film that would be set thirty years in the past, and it would be about a time that I remember clearly. Well, dear reader, as of this past Saturday night, that day has finally arrived.
Super 8 is technically set in 1979 although, as has been pointed out by my 'friends' such as Iggy Vish, there are several anachronisms with the props and set design that could lead it be anywhere during the early-to-mid eighties. At any rate, the point is that the film is accurate enough with the evocation of the time period (now thirty years ago), that I had a sugar rush of notalgia at first, with seeing the old cars, hairstyles, clothes and electronics, only to be followed by a quick depression with the realization that my own personal Back to the Future moment had just occurred.
Still, we all get older, eh? Beats the alternative.