Saturday Night Videos

I didn't get around to these on Friday, so here they are tonight. This week I shall take you to the heights of excitement and bring you down gently with some of the most soothing 80's English pop you've ever laid ears on, only to leave you with one final note of pure 80's joy. It'll be like a fine meal in a four star restaurant.

What can one say about Prince's "Batdance"? One might note the Spinal Tap "first ever jazz fusion" vibe going on. There's the modern/interpretive dance troupe angle. There's the trademark Prince "I'm singing in harmony with 50 of myself" sound. There's just...so much to love. Oh sure, you laugh now...but this was the height of cool at one point in time.

Perhaps you are experiencing minor convulsions from what you just watched. Maybe the awesomeness was just too much. You should watch this to relax. It's still awesome, but in a much more soothing way. I do believe the PetShop boys should release some meditation albums. You know, for yoga.

And our pitch perfect finish starring one of my biggest 80's crushes...

But wait! I have one final horror to unleash upon you based on something Jen posted on her blog this week...consider it your after dinner mint. muahahahaha!

And as Levar Burton would say, "We'll see ya next time."

New Theme Park Website

Because you know I can't get enough.


I would LIVE in a theme park if I could. I got engaged at a theme park. There hasn't been a summer of my life where I haven't been to at least one. I'm 26, and I STILL want to be in one of those cheesy 80's songfest stage shows. I want a Samatha Brown type show ONLY about theme parks, and maybe a little funnier...

So much of what I pitch when it comes to my freelance writing is theme-park based. You'd be amazed. But there's not a huge market for theme park writing, certainly not normally and definitely not in this economic climate.

So I then find out that Jake goes to grad school with the man in charge of this website. Suddenly, I'm pitch-crazy again. Lobbing ideas at this poor man left and right. Web videos, interviews, written stories. The idea of going to a theme park for a purpose, for a story, for a job...it really reveals the ambitious side of me.

To have the smell of cinnamon buns and wet ashpalt be a part of my daily life...to hear the contented and giddy screams of people searching for the controlled high that only a roller coaster can provide...to see people walking around soaking wet with nobody even batting an eye...to see families unplugged from computers and cell phones, to see a place lit up like Christmas in the middle of the summer, well, that's worth it to me. It's worth the 5 dollar french fries and the ridiculously expensive bottled water and the less than desirable conditions of the bathrooms and the sometimes rotten teen employees.

Yes, there's something about going through a turnstyle that can make you feel like you've been transported much farther away than you actually are. It's a unique shared experience, a place where everyone goes to have FUN on purpose. You can hardly say that about anywhere else anymore. The park is for exercising. The movies are mostly for angst anymore. Don't even get me started on the shared experiences of commerce today. But a theme park, ah...that's where everyone should be having fun. Even if it's not working out for whatever reason, it's the idea behind the whole thing that I love so well.


Third To Mars

I think Jake and I woke up talking this morning. We talk a lot in this house, but something in the air this morning was electric. We're feeling free with the completion of this film. We've been on a real roller coaster with it since he decided exactly which chunk of which script he was going to adapt into his student film this August. There was excitement, momentum, frustration, weariness, exhaustion, relief, more frustration, some genuine dissapointment, and then it was finished.

Everyone who worked on it was amazing and worked SO LONG and SO SO HARD. We appreciate the film and it's not that we're unhappy with anyone's particular contribution. But as we sat in the dark of the HD editing suite, staring at the finished product, we felt...awful. We tore it to shreds. We wanted to change a million things. Faster cuts, change the text in color and style, put a filter on some of the shots, and a whole lot more. We hated the way some of our props (namely the signs printed on paper) looked so amateur in HD. What was a good idea in theory ended up looking silly on screen. We wish we had added more shot set-ups, we rehashed how much time and personal money (and a new Lowe's credit card) was spent on something that in the end, we just didn't love. We almost cried. There was much yelling.

We went home and went to sleep. We sat on it for about 24 hours. Then we watched it again, and all of the sudden, we felt proud. Everything looked fine, our grand plan to go back into post-production just didn't seem important anymore. Our lead compositor said something really wise to us, and this guy is 19. He said that he had always heard that "films aren't finished, they're abandoned". It's true. As someone in charge of a film, you can always see ALL of it's flaws and you could likely work on it forever trying to get it to where you want it to be. But the time comes when you just have to stop and let it go. It's done, and you take what you learned in the process and you apply it to your next film, and the next film will hit closer to home because you take all that knowledge that you didn't have before and apply it. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

You know what our real problem is? Things didn't turn out the way we can imagine them in our head. We don't have any money to produce a film, but we have imaginations trained on Star Wars and Indiana Jones. We want scope and quality and perfect timing and meaningful everything and fleshed out characters. Give us a million dollars and let us take another crack at it, and sure...it will look like Star Trek. But the truth is, I think we're always going to be this dissatisfied with everything that we do. Why? Because we always want what's next, we always want more. More time, more money, more actors, more, more, more. Because we know that our ideas for films will WORK on a large scale. And in a way, that's a really good reason to be dissatisfied.

As we've watched the film over the past couple of days, we've both felt so much lighter. So happy to be done with this project, and ultimately really happy WITH the project itself. For a student film, it's really impressive. We could've picked something easy, but we consciously CHOSE to challenge ourselves. In every possible area.

It was our first REAL project. Our first time not on camera in order to get our ideas across. Our first time using a camera that we ourselves couldn't operate. Our first time learning how to work with a crew, and quite frankly, we're really happy because it got done at all. On top of that, some things turned out exactly how we wanted them to, like the score, and some of the set-ups.

In a way, I think if you can be THAT heavily critical of yourself, that's a good thing. Because it means we're not delusional. We can see our own faults, and we lament the fact that right now we don't have the time or resources that we need to change things that we want to change. At least we're not making "Coven", you know? We can SEE what's up. And in the end, that's a really really good sign. I think the bad thing would be if we thought everything we did was perfect and just wanted to do the same things over and over again. But in "Third To Mars" I see our potential, our future growth, and I still want to do more. So in the end, even though it's not everything we hoped it would be...we're really really happy with it. I hope it can at least make you smile if you watch it, I don't even care what the reason might be.

Third to Mars

"A place we call, Mars." - Eugene Levy


I used to call him, "Hans" too!

This is so amazing on so many levels...my good friend Kerri from church sent this to me via myspace, and boy am I glad! I swear I do more than watch funny videos all day, I've just been writing some rather long essays/magazine assignments and haven't had much time to write anything new for this here blog thingie. In the meantime, I encourage you not only to LOVE this video, but also to visit the site,


You won't regret either action. I promise.

Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.


So many Khans, so little time.

"Quick!" she thinks to herself, "Post some random Trek stuff to get the attention off of the videos you just posted of yourself."

Jake and I rented, "The Wrath of Khan" last night because he'd never seen it. And I recalled this clip that I found on Youtube while searching for the preview for Star Trek II a few weeks ago. This makes me giggle...I hope you get it.

Then there's the tribute from the far too short-lived series, "The Critic"

Many Khans, one Picard. Might as well put this up too, goodness knows it's stuck in my head often enough...

And the song and dance that everyone asks me about when I show them this, "What episode is that from?" No episode, it's what the kids today would call a "blooper".

And lastly, one more Critic reference...

I'll never judge another actress again...

I don't really fancy myself an actress, honestly I don't. But I've secretly judged them for their yoga addictions and their no carb diets for years now. I used to be in a drama dept. in college, and I was the only girl in any of my classes who didn't look like I just came off the beach or the O.C. or the Miss America pageant brochure. At least, that's how I felt. But when your onscreen in any way at all, it's really hard not to want to implode with embarassment over how you look. So I can understand why they would obsess over they way they look from any given angle.

Just to be clear, in the videos that follow, I am NOT playing myself. Though I could understand how some could find it confusing. The character of "Donnie" was written by Jake about six years ago as a part of a mockumentary script he did entitled, "Oldenburg". The movie centers around a psychiatrist and his band of neurotic patients. I think it would make an excellent t.v. show.

What follows is something we just sort of did spontaneously this summer. We planned for a couple of days, and then just decided to improv off some basic ideas. These videos were the result. We're not claiming they're comedy gold, but what's interesting is that we like this little random thing it took us two days to shoot WAY more than the huge student film he/we did in October with tons of resources, an HD camera that used to belong to George Lucas, and a full crew. Funny, huh?

Being Liza

Being Liza: Hook's Revenge

Being Liza: Outtakes


A Floating Psycho Ward

Winter makes me feel like this, only with fewer muppets, costumes, lights, and music...

"That hurt...but it looked really good."

As a writer, almost ALL of what I love and what I want to talk about comes from my family and friends in one way or another. I had a really amazing childhood/high school life/college friendships that really empowered me, and I'd wager all geeks are geeks because of their experiences growing up and socializing. Recently, one of my sisters told me that this little blog really makes her smile. Especially anything that has to do with the 80's. So I've decided to make my "Friday Night Videos" post a regular weekly contribution.

From now on, every Friday I'll post not only a link to my weekly column over at "Forces of Geek" (Which is likely to be about something from the 80's at least 50% of the time.) but also a couple of my favorite videos from the 80's. I can't possibly think of a better way to kick off a weekend...

Also, I have a lot of sisters. There are my biological ones, Heather and Leanne, who I've really grown close to all over again as I've become an adult. But there are a few other categories, I have sisters from other misters (Aron, Adam, etc.) and I have...I guess what I would call, "soul sisters". (But you have to say the "soul" part of that like the guy says it at the beginning of "Soul Train".) That would be Lauren, Jen, Heather, Meredith, Sarah, etc., and there's also people who I'm close enough to that I might as well be related to, namely Lindsay and Dana. There's another category too, sisters I've never met, but who I really think are awesome. A la "Peaches Magee" and "Housewife In Hollywood" and a few others that I've met via Myspace. What should I call them? Pointer Sisters? Anyway...I'm sure you're getting my point.

I'm so lucky too, because they're all so fun that it's ridiculous. Those are really the people I want to write for, whether I'm doing a script or a column or just a blog. They're the people that I think of when I see something funny or cool or amazing. They're the ones I call, the ones I just HAVE to tell. And let's face it, they're all absolute geeks...which makes me really proud.

I still want Romy's Star Trek dress...and oh man, I can't BELIEVE that in less than 2 years it will be time for my very own high school reunion. Time flies when you're getting old.


Friday Night Videos

Have a great weekend. Yes, I know I've posted many of these on Myspace before...but MAN do I love these! They're great. And I don't just mean "great" in a nostalgic snarky way, I mean they're REALLY great and they make me smile. Enjoy all the Levar Burtonish, foreign-language rapping, 1980's goodness you can handle.


Foolish Mortals with short attention spans

Some days you just can't get going. On days like today, when my toes won't warm up, when I'm pumped full of tylenol for random back pain, and I can't seem to focus on pitching ideas or polishing columns, I just have to give in.

It's been two and a half hours of a fumbling effort at productivity and I declare it a fail. But a fail at productivity can morph into a win at inspiration. I usually dive into Doombuggies.com, but I think I need something new today, something still in the Disney Geek genre, so I'll try some new links I found and will list at the bottom here.

Maybe somewhere in between my search for video footage of Chevy Chase and Martin Short in MGM Sutdio's old "Monster Sound Show" and my excessive need for behind-the-scenes park info, I'll catch my second wind and be able to start working properly. Hey, it's happened before.

I do dream in Disney after all...literally and figuratively. About running around in the parks by myself, about ditching it all and moving to Orlando to be a jungle cruise skipper while I await my first big success as a non-fiction writer.
I am the woman who decorated her bedroom in jungle cruise/tiki room chic and her living room in Haunted Mansion inspired everything. (Thank God I have an understanding husband.) Yep, it's time to throw in the towel and just geek out for a little bit.

Join me, won't you?

And if you think my obsession is strange, you haven't seen anything yet...there are others. I met them last year at the Swinging Wake at Disneyland!

Apology to Andy Tennant

Dear Mr. Tennant,

Roughly this time last year I was raging against your movie, "Fool's Gold". Let me be fair, I still don't think it's your best work. "Fools Rush In" is much better. But here in the depths of a mid-western winter, the idea of "Fool's Gold" held a strange appeal to my husband and I as we walked the video store aisles for what felt like the millionth time in a month. It's tropical setting called to us as we pondered what movies we could rent to remind us that we are not locked forever in this hideous gray blanket of a season. So we rented it, despite having seen it a year ago and hating it.

It's still pretty messed up. To be honest, I still think it comes across as racist. And there are too many characters, but I noticed a couple of things this time around.

It has a very 90's sensibility to it, like all your romantic comedies. Viewing it through an early 90's lens makes the film, and it's sense of humor, more understandable to me. It's like the cinematic optometrist gave me "choice A" (modern adventure film) and "choice B" (early 90's rom com). Choice B is far more clear.

Also, like most geeks, I'm WAY too harsh on everything. I'm defensive. I'm downright mean. I review everything like it should be an Oscar winner. Like it should be Shakespeare. Instead of taking a break from my venom-spewing sometimes to go to the theater to try to have some light-hearted fun, I'm sitting there ready to derail everything and point out even it's most microscopic flaws. It's not you Mr. Tennant, it's me. I'm jealous. Jealous that you're maing movies and I'm not.

I'm a walking double standard. Pronouncing the wonders of movies like, "Overboard" and "Housesitter" because I grew up watching them. Relentlessly attacking anything that comes along trying to do something similar in tone while complaining about the fact that they don't make movies like they used to. You see? I've become a jerk.

You just wanted to make a pretty romantic comedy and we skewered you. All of us. Especially me. I'm ashamed to link to this now...I was at the very heights of my snide meanness. Instead of maturely explaining the ways in which I thought the movie didn't work, I...well, you'll see...

Fools Gold Review

I googled some more reviews from the film last year, and it looks like we all pretty much felt the same way about it at that time. But renting it this time, I actually had a lot of fun with it. It works better on our television than it did on the big screen. It's a beautifully shot movie and I appreciated the premise this time around. I love the idea of husband/wife treasure hunters. This time, by the end, I had a smile on my face. Despite the film's flaws. Heck, even McConaughey had a kind of Kurt Russell charm about him this time around. I'm noticing that he's almost a character actor, which I think is kind of cool.

For what it's worth, I hope you don't stop trying to produce romantic comedies. I bet it's really hard to do that right now, because let's face it...dark is really in, even for superhero movies and action films. So I bet that makes your job extra difficult.

I don't want to be a mean geek, and I was certainly mean when it came to "Fools Gold". I crossed the line from film criticism into snarky brat territory. I even made fun of the actor's teeth! For being too white. Re-reading my review, I think I sound like a jealous and bitter mid-westerner. Like a grade school bully.

Let me be honest and say what lots of movie reviewers won't admit...bad films are more fun to review. There are more opportunities to crack jokes and try to be witty and funny. We sit safely behind our laptops and say what we would've done instead if we had been in charge. But we're not in charge.

This October, I had the chance to be 50% in charge of a short film...and it was HARD. Way harder than I thought it was going to be. It's made me a more merciful reviewer. Now that I know there are so many factors at work on a film set and during pre-production, I get that a film can come out less than ideal. It's not always the director's fault.

I don't want to take easy shots at filmmakers or actors who are trying to do something that's different or light or happy. Especially when they're working with original material.

That deserves a different kind of criticism than most of us are used to doling out...the kind we normally reserve for all things Trek, DC, and Marvel.

Trek Geeks still at bottom of social food chain

Geek Monthly included angry Star Trek Geeks in their February list of, "stuff they could do without", along with annoying insurance mascots.

All I can say is, what's new? Trek geeks are ALWAYS at the bottom, always the first to induce eye-rolling, proving that everybody needs somebody to pick on. Even society's uncool. To be fair, I bet the editors of GM have received roughly a blue million pitches for columns or articles from Trekkie writers the country over, all about their hesitations on the new Trek film. I know he got at least one from me. I bet those get old really quickly, as we all likely make the exact same points. Repeatedly.

And Trek fans do have a reputation for being extra sassy. But honestly, people talked about the third X-Men from the moment Ratner was assigned to direct and still haven't shut up about how terrible it was. Or what about all the raging Star Wars prequel arguments that go on continuously, and likely will until the very end of time?

Ah, but nobody turns on their own kind more quickly than geeks. Except maybe sharks, and the easiest target is always the Trekkie. We're like the Steve Urkels of the pop culture world. Pointing out that any brand of geek may complain too much is like running around and telling everyone the sky is blue. To top it all off, the things J.J. Abrams is saying openly (and has been for months) about Trekkies, it's like he WANTS to make us mad. He's definitely asking for it.

I honestly think that Trekkies are complaining and discussing their worries just as much as anyone does before a big movie comes out. The only real point is, if you could do without hearing Trekkies complain, then you should probably just stay off the Trek based message boards. Unless you're an editor, in which case, you have my genuine sympathies until all the buzz dies down.


Arch Hall Jr. Strikes Again

My good friend "Housewife In Hollywood" posted an entry on her site a few days ago called, "Up A Lazy River". http://housewifeinhollywood.com/ This is one of my favorite blogs because of all the amazing retro footage that she posts on a regular basis. Sometimes, I've already seen some of it via some of the MST3K shorts I've watched over the years. And all the weird bikini-clad dancing in that particular post by HIH instantly reminded me of one of my favorite MST3K moments. All I ever want to say when I see a 1960's bikini dancer is, "I'm so naughty, I'm such a little brat, mmm-hmm."

Starts at 30 seconds in...

Everybody hail like crazy

Let it load and go to the 3:15 second mark...it's short, but it's sweet.

I watched, "Some Like It Hot" again recently, okay? I've got Jack Lemmon fever, and today is such a big day that I really just don't have it in me to try to be witty or clever or anything. Not that I do that ever anyway. I just thought I'd post this, because it runs through my mind everytime they play "Hail To The Chief", which let's face it...is a lot today.

And in honor of MLK day yesterday...

And naturally, "Pride" from "Rattle and Hum". My favorite version...


Oh snap!

I'm in the February issue of Geek Monthly and didn't even know it until I got it in the mail today! It's a piece some of you have already seen called, "How to Fail As An Action Heroine In Six Easy Steps". Page 64.

Thanks to my rockin' editor over there, Jeff Bond.



So, this is why I love myspace so much! I found this amazing performer who incorporates touches of EVERYTHNG that I love into all kinds of retro performances. Seriously...I WANT her job when I grow up. She does underwater ballet, old-timey pin-up, mermaid performances, belly-dancing, fire-spinning, and more. On top of everything else, she lives in Florida and loves Tiki culture. I have a new role model.

You have to be very savvy and versatile to make a career for yourself doing all these types of performances and to create a character for yourself. To top it all of, her real name is Marina, and how much does she look like Marina Sirtis? I'm just saying...

On A Trek Roll...

Still babbling on about it here:
How to Live like a Star Fleet Officer


Goodbye Majel,

You know, I've never been one of those people who believed that death "comes in threes". I think it's silly really. If you want to think about death coming in numbers, not to sound morbid, but try thousands.

Okay...to be morbid. Just for a moment.

People die all over the world, all day, every day. The regularity of the occurrence doesn't make it any less scary or emotionally painful for those of us left on this side of the great beyond. But there's no reason to be superstitious. (I say, while wondering if I'm typing this as some kind of subliminal precursor to my own sealed fate.) But I do believe that as I'm getting older, what people really mourn as their favorite celebrities or personalities die is their own youth.

When I was a kid, it didn't hurt me when someone like, oh say, Frank Sinatra died. Why? Because I hadn't grown up listening to him. I knew it was a big deal when he passed, I just didn't feel it. Now, as I age, death packs a different kind of pop-cultural wallop.

Lately, many celebrity obituaries have made me wrinkle a brow or shake my head and say, "What a shame." Cyd Charisse, Bettie Page, amazing character actors like Paul Benedict (Who I remember best from, "The Man With Two Brains" and "This Is Spinal Tap".)

But the one that hit the hardest? Majel Barrett Roddenberry. Any woman who can be onscreen with Patrick Stewart and just OWN the space deserves major respect as an actress. It feels like one of my aunts has passed.

She wasn't just the voice of the U.S.S. Enterprise to me, she was the voice of my imagined future and what I hoped the world could be like someday. Rest in peace, Majel. Thanks for the good work.


Tina Fey

We don't have television, and it never bothers me until awards season. I've heard about Tina Fey's amazing acceptance speech. In my opinion, she deserves every award she gets, and while I couldn't find the speech itself, I did find this. (Which is just as good to me, if not better for the more casual tone of the video.) Watch as she artfully ducks and dodges inane questions from journalists who want to make her look bad, but also expresses herself freely. Tina Fey should start a charm school that teaches women how to be genuine without being mean and how to choose your battles. I'd enroll.

In fact, I was so inspired by her candor that I wrote this.



Be like the Caine

Michael Caine is hands down one of my favorite actors of all time. For more reasons than you'd probably like to listen to me ramble on about, so I'll spare you. (I'll just say this, "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels", "Without A Clue", and the original "Sleuth". I can forgive him, "Jaws: The Revenge" in lieu of all those. Can't you?)

His filmography speaks for itself. He has added credibility in my eyes, because he is nearly the spitting image of my father. When Jake read me this quote by him today, I took it to heart.

"Be like a duck. Calm on the surface, but paddling like the dickens underneath."

"Paddle!" says Caine, and paddle I shall.


"My corns hurt."

HOW did I go my ENTIRE life without knowing this song existed? I instantly recognized samples from umpteen other songs, but I didn't know that the samples had a musical baby daddy.

I LOVE funk music. Especially Stevie Wonder's earlier stuff. But this...this is like music done by the aliens from Gonzo's planet set to the guitar stylings from the Ghostbusters soundtrack. It also sounds like something that I would've heard on Dr. Demento growing up. It's downright bizarre. In a great way. It makes me want to roller skate. Immediately. I have a new new year's resolution. Research more funk music from the late seventies and early nineties. (Also...I just figured out today that I REALLY like Zydeco music. What an amazing world we live in, so full of random surprises.) By the way, the blog title is a lyric from the song.


Fuel for Shameless Ambition

I'm always working on my first book, a script, a column...suffering through those days where you think to yourself, "What's the point? Why couldn't I have just wanted to be a doctor or a nurse or a mailman? Anything but an artist!"

On these days, I need energy. And you wouldn't believe where it comes from...musical numbers and music. Movie soundtracks and the occasional interlude for a video pick-me-up. Watching this particular number makes me laugh, gives me energy, and reminds me NEVER to take myself or what I'm working on too seriously. It is, after all, just a job. A dream job, but it has to be worked at, every day. The entire opening to "Singin' In The Rain" is something that I always find to be inspirational. But this number always does the trick.


This Just In

My sister is a HUGE geek. I mean, all my sisters are verging on serious geekhood, and we're all movie fans, but I just found out yesterday that one of them is officially a TWILIGHTER! I found this to be remarkable news. I myself have not read the Twilight books, nor have I seen the movie, though I will now in order to have a little mini symposium with her.

She reminded me of myself in my early geek days. Nervous, saying things like, "Don't tell anyone, but..." and, "I tried to hide it, but....". To which I responded, "Don't hide it!" I told her my philosophy about how everyone has a geek flag, and you should just fly yours. (I got that from, "The Family Stone" and just replaced "freak" with "geek". It spoke to me.)

She has seen the movie 7 times, breaking my personal best of 4 times in a theater for some of the Harry Potter films, Elf, Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl, Tomb Raider, Runaway Bride, and Enough. (2002 was a very boring summer, okay?) Oh, how I wish that we had a dollar theater around here!

Anyway, I just thought this was really wonderful news. Let's welcome her to the fold, shall we? Everybody do a little golf clap for my sister and let's all encourage our family members to follow their nerdy inclinations this year. It will make the world a better place.


Geeks Have All The Fights

Okay, "fight" is a strong word for what just occurred. "Amusing disagreement" would be more like it. It all started because my favorite time of year to watch the, "Back To The Future" trilogy is January. It's the absolute perfect cure for post-Christmas blues. Have to take down the tree and get back to work? Watch BTTF and "feel the power of love". I swear by this cure. (It also doesn't hurt to do some major cleaning this time of the year. So Jake and I have been dusting the interiors of cabinets and reorganizing closets all day long...to be fair, we may both be a little on edge and may have minor cases of cabin fever.)

At any rate, I noticed something I've never noticed before this year. In the opening sequence of the first film, they pan past all of Doc Brown's clocks. An excellent foreshadowing device in a time travel movie. By the way, why exactly does Doc have a gigantic amp in his garage? Just curious.

So they're panning past the clocks, and I see a model of the clock tower with a man hanging off of one of the hands. As you know, this happens to Doc Brown later in the film. Likely it was a little wink of an addition done by those behind the scenes. It's probably not meant to be taken literally as though it's meant to be a part of the mythology of the films. But it got me thinking, and it got Jake and I talking...

I take the position that time is cyclical. There must always be the two versions of what happens to Marty and Doc and everybody in the films. In order for things to end well, they have to start badly and Marty MUST go back in time. Otherwise, things stay less than ideal for the McFly clan. And obviously, by the end of the film, Doc has opened Marty's letter telling him about the Libyans. So it's entirely possible that Doc himself made the model of the man hanging off the clock tower that appears in the opening credits.

Jake says no way. Completely impossible. But what I am thinking is that perhaps Doc WAS wearing the bullet proof vest the first time the Libyans come around and he just played dead because he knows that Marty must go back in time for everything to turn out the way that it does in the end, the best for all concerned. Except Biff, naturally.

What do you think? I can't get enough of this movie...or these types of discussions.