By Vito Delsante Artwork by Julien Croyal |
I have a strange relationship with Back to The Future, in that I saw it in a theater, but not on a big screen. And, in it’s own way, it reminds me of Jesus.
See, I saw it in church. On VHS. On portable projector screen.
That doesn’t make the movie odd for me. Why would it? Nor does it make Jesus or my religious beliefs odd. It’s just a setting for the story.
When I was 11 or 12 (or rather, that school year, seventh grade), I moved with my grandmother and grandfather to a small town in Pennsylvania called Ford City. I had visited at least once before, but no more than twice, and the prevailing impression I had of the place was that the movie Footloose was based on someone’s life story from this town. The thing you have to understand about this move was that, at 10 years old, it was the first mature, adult, decision I was ever asked to make. Choose between moving to a small town in Pennsylvania with my grandparents, or stay in New York with my mom.
No slight to my mom, but she was young and was enjoying her youth. I was old enough to see that. It didn’t take me long to make a decision. The decision was probably harder for my older sister to make because, being two years older than me, she was already in junior high. She had graduated from Catholic school and had moved on with the same friends she’d always known. Me? I didn’t really have any friends. The old man that lived to the right of us. The hippie biker that lived to the left of us. Do cousins count? I was picked on from kindergarten on. Did I want to move? You bet. Anything would be better than being around those jerks.
In Pennsylvania, things were immediately different.
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