mostly david ephgrave

I went to see Back to the Future at the cinema tonight, as you do - or as you did in the mid-1980s.  I took my wife along as a birthday present, as it's her favourite film. Though she's seen it many times, she didn't get to watch it at the cinema first time around; if she had, like me, she would have been too young to appreciate it.    The atmosphere was great. The showing was advertised as a 'geek out', which had sowed a seed of worry in my head: would it be full of over-zealous fans, quoting along with all the dialogue? I needn't have been concerned; while there were a few people dressed in Marty McFly-style gilets or Doc Brown wigs, this didn't spoil it. It was exciting to watch it with an audience – and one who clearly held the film in great regard. We clapped and cheered when Marty's dad punched Biff in the face, and when Biff's car got covered in horse shit; when Marty played Johnny B Goode at the Enchantment Under the ...