Andrew Koenig may have only inhabited a very small corner of ’80s pop culture, as the recurring yet notable Richard “Boner” Stabone on Growing Pains, one of the decade’s most popular television programs. But that doesn’t make his loss any more insignificant, especially given the sad circumstances and ongoing mystery behind how he lost his way.

Koenig never went on to anything as notable as that part in Growing Pains. To many, he was only ever the son of Walter Koenig, who played Chekov in the original Star Trek television show and movies, who sadly went public with pleas for help in finding his son.

Unfortunately to many this will get filed under the recent rash of celebrity deaths that spilled over from 2009 into 2010. And understandably, to most, he’s not an actor of great renown. But to those of us who tuned into Growing Pains every week to enjoy the exploits of the Seaver family long before life got so complicated. We laughed, we related, and we all got teary eyed at least once. Sadly, this is one more time for tears. I find it selfishly hard when I see things like this happen because it gives my generation mortality way too early. Koenig was only 41 but had drifted into relative obscurity (though he was working on a popular podcast recently). Growing Pains is a cornerstone in Eightiesology television and during those early years, he contributed a small part to the laughter. Hopefully he will not be forgotten.


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John Hughes, the underrated yet well-known writer and director of a slew of ’80s teen angst movies, passed away today at the age of 59. Hughes’ films included The Breakfast Club, Planes, Trains & Automobiles, Weird Science, Sixteen Candles and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Now just hold it right there. Those were the films he DIRECTED. Hughes also wrote National Lampoon’s Vacation AND Christmas Vacation, as well as Mr. Mom, Pretty in Pink, and the Home Alone movies.

None of these won Hughes an Oscar award and certainly didn’t get universal appeal from the critics, yet any director or writer would give anything to have a string of hits that long.

And he did it in a little over a 10 year span before petering out with more family fare in the ’90s and eventually calling it a day completely and universally shunning the public eye.

To any fan of the 1980s and particularly the cinematic oeuvre provided by the oft-criticized decade, there were really two specific genres of film birthed from that decade. The first was the big budget action epic, a la the works of George Lucas, Steven Spielberg and James Cameron, among others. They weren’t the first of their kind, but they were the first to be so successful so as to completely permeate all aspects of popular culture. The other genre? Pretty much everything John Hughes did. That being the teen comedy. Again, not the first and not the only, but by far the most successful.

And if one took a look at the comedic renaissance of the last few years, particularly the resurrection of the Rated R comedy, you could see John Hughes’ stamp all over these films. In fact, the writers and directors of these films clearly have no shame in paying homage to the godfather of their art. It all started with American Pie and keeps going to this day. (I Love You, Beth Cooper?) Uber-comedic-mind Judd Apatow’s directorial efforts have skewed towards twenty- and thirty-something characterization, but those characters still (realistically) maintain the teenager’s mind and sense of humor. That is, we men really never do grow up.

But what Apatow has succeeded at, and so have many of his troupe (i.e. Jason Siegel, Paul Rudd, Jonah Hill, Seth Rogen, etc.), is getting to the heart of their comedy which is a place where much of that genre ultimately failed at. The generation who grew up wrapping our heads around the teen angst that John Hughes put on film, and then enduring it ourselves, is now THE dominant movie-going and culture-referencing generation. We remember the eclectic beating heart within each member of The Breakfast Club, we identify with Clark Griswold’s determination, and connecting with old friends on Facebook brings back horrifying memories of our own sweet sixteens. We won’t be snookered by bland, heartless comedy. The critics can pen all the hogwash they want, “kids these days” will mock the formula of the comedy in deference to their generation’s shock comedy, and the elders just don’t get it. But the reason why these new comedies do so well is that there is a generation of people who yearn to laugh while also feeling fulfilled by an actual plot with just enough drama to stimulate the brain.

There were other films in the ’80s that contributed to this. We can’t forget the likes of St. Elmo’s Fire or Fast Times at Ridgemont High, but at the top of the heap is John Hughes. At the very least, The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off are among the pinnacle of high-school adventure comedy, with Bueller pushing a slyer, wittier comedy than its ilk of the time and Breakfast the more traditional yet enthralling style of comedic film.

The Vacation movies perfected the art of zany, often-abstract comedy, due in large part to Chevy Chase’s memorable performance but also because of some incredibly well-crafted comedic plots. These movies have become one of our generation’s most quoted franchises. “Hey look kids, there’s Big Ben, and there’s Parliament!”

Of course there’s the Molly Ringwald-centric Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, continuing the high school comedic excellence and giving equal spotlight to the fairer sex. And Weird Science, a true comedic gem that put the geeks at the helm more than 20 years before geek culture became universally cool. Everyone has a favorite scene or film, and like some better than others. How could anyone who lived through the ’80s not recall the scene between John Candy and Steve Martin, sharing a bed in Planes, Trains and Automobiles? “Those aren’t pillows!”

A lot of Hughes’ comedic treasures arrived before I even hit high school so the angst wasn’t always immediately relevant, but they had such a lasting power that each run of the VCR or appearance on HBO gave those movies more and more relevance. And any hot-blooded young boy who lived through the ’80s likely had some hormonal moment or overwhelming infatuation with Sam Baker or Sloane or Lisa, the perfect scientific creation from Weird Science.

And personally speaking, the Hughes’-penned Career Opportunities brought Jennifer Connelly to my attention, an actress I was instantly infatuated with at the height of my own teenage hormonal angst. (Which is not to draw attention from what was actually Hughes’ last great teen comedy.) I can remember thinking, as an awkward, geeky yet humorous teenager myself, that I could get the girl, and get one just like that! So much of what I’ve enjoyed in my reminiscences and nostalgia for the ’80s is about that optimistic whimsy that our generation propagated throughout the decade. In some ways, I have a lot of that to blame as my first steps towards my own romantic ventures in life, I tried so hard to make like they were on the silver screen. It gave losers like us a lot of hope, and now in retrospect, captures the times in a slightly unrealistic yet emotionally effervescent manner.

Hughes found a second life with family comedy, most successfully with the first two Home Alone films (which he wrote). At this point, this type of comedy didn’t appeal to me but it was nevertheless an extension of his successful run. Later in the ’90s, Hughes completely abandoned Hollywood for retirement to Wisconsin, where he would rarely even do interviews. For a time, his style of comedy was mocked as the ’90s ushered in a cynical, world-weary view which had no time for the pop stylings of ’80s music and cinema. A few auteurs carried the Hughes flame, most notably Kevin Smith who despite mostly taking an independent track to tell equally as emotional tales, created the absurdly-under-appreciated Mallrats, an homage to the types of films John Hughes was making himself not long before. (Perhaps too sly of an homage as many didn’t get that aspect of the film, expecting the more overtly independent angle of Smith’s first film, Clerks.)

As the new millennium brought a greater appreciation or perhaps a nostalgia better defined by the distance of the memory of certain songs, artists, and/or films of the ’80s, John Hughes certainly achieved more respect. This was not only evident by spoken acknowledgement of his works but also through the obvious homages that continued in the cinema of the last 10 years. American Pie was the most obvious example as it became a cultural phenomenon for a new generation, and a nice harkening back for a bunch of us former angsty teenagers who were now pushing 25. And while much of the best critically-acclaimed (and typically original and reality-based) comedy of the last few years has actually been produced for television (i.e. The Office, Arrested Development, 30 Rock), Hollywood is still pushing the John Hughes formula of comedy in their films. There’s a reason why films like Superbad and Forgetting Sarah Marshall and Knocked Up were so successful. And a large part of that reason is the art that John Hughes helped make all those years ago.

He may be gone from this world now but the beloved characters he brought into this world and the unforgettable and hilarious stories he crafted will be a part of comedic lore, and Hollywood, long after our generation serves its last detention.


Certainly when you look back at the 1980s and the icons of the era, you won’t ever get far on that list without thinking of Michael Jackson. So his death comes at perhaps one of Eightiesology’s greatest tragedies. Obituaries and speculation and contemporary invocation are best left for other websites. They’re going to bring up the man’s eccentricities and the scandals that pursued his later years, and I don’t deny they made Jackson a very inaccessible person to me. In fact, I’ve often felt his total solo output wasn’t as grand as touted, certainly not for a self-proclaimed King of the genre. But nobody growing up in that era could deny the impact his music had at some or another, whether on your own nostalgia of moments in your life or on the very pop culture that is the bedrock of the ‘80s.

Though rivaled by his years with the Jackson 5, the ‘80s were certainly his most formidable era, with his two biggest albums, Thriller and Bad, dropping in the heart of the decade. (Off the Wall and Dangerous fell on the fringes of either side of the decade but had strong connections to the ‘80s, though the latter album was essentially the beginning of Jackson’s creative end.) Yet the heyday of MTV kept Jackson in the spotlight for what seemed like every single day of that decade. His grand usage of the music video format helped put the channel on the map and may be one of the most brilliant uses of the medium as a marketing tool. And he ended up transcending the radio-and-MTV template of the time by expanding into charity work, long-form videos (like “Thriller” and “Moonwalker”) and even theme park entertainment (EPCOT’s Captain EO). By the end of the decade, many of our generation grew tired of Jackson’s increasing presence in tabloids due to his eccentricities and scandalous behavior. The music eventually wore thin too as Jackson broke very little ground after Bad.

In retrospect, you realize how ever-present the artist was for everyone who lived through the decade. I can’t speak to devoted fandom here and unlike the narcissistic celebrities coming out of their Twitter hives, am not going to stand here and preach about how Michael Jackson was a genius or a beacon in my life. As I’m sure many people speaking from honesty would agree. But part of what I’ve attempted to do here on this blog is celebrate the whimsy and innocence of the ‘80s (as I’ve often stated, without the snarky irony hoisted upon us by the VH1 generation). For me, the strongest aspect of that has always been the music and how it invokes such a strong memory to certain moments or periods of our lives throughout the time. And you just can’t go very far without having a Michael Jackson song soundtrack one of those moments.

Thriller was released in 1982 but stuck around for years after with the last single, “Thriller” stretch the success well into 1984. For me, that meant the album hit the airwaves starting when I was 8 years old and soundtracked 2nd – 4th grade for me and my friends. That would put the album in one of those ‘80s nostalgia vortexes for me. In 1982, I visited Walt Disney World for the first time and when that summer was over, transferred over with a dozen classmates from a primary school to the larger elementary school. Between the new school and increased activity in sports and Cub Scouts, this was a time of many new friendships. 1982 really was the start of a different style of ‘80s music as the earliest hits of the ‘80s tended to have more of a punk or new age aesthetic before giving way to the more familiar pop. So memories of those times are incredibly intertwined with the advent of the pop sounds of the era.

I have to admit, part of my nostalgia for Jackson’s videos were the inevitable Weird Al Yankovic parodies, most memorably “Eat It” and “Fat.” But those videos were only as successfully as the imagery they were parodying. They just couldn’t work if you hadn’t seen “Beat It” and “Bad” a dozen times a day. To me, the more memorable of Jackson’s hit videos was “Billie Jean.” Elements of the video were a bit scary to me, but I don’t know that there were many kids in America who hadn’t hoped that by walking down a sidewalk, they too couldn’t trigger a hopscotch lighting effect where they walked! Eerie and cool, a great utilization of the medium.

Of course, there may be no music video more successful or popular as “Thriller.” You couldn’t escape either version, with MTV rotating the long version and the edit. A truly creepy piece of work, “Thriller” may be one of the first songs seemingly written specifically to be a music video. It’s not often you hear an artist of Jackson’s caliber essentially writing a Halloween song! I quickly soured on the overplayed hype of the song, but unlike some of Jackson’s other hits, I have a better appreciation for “Thriller” now when I hear it.

Still it was some deeper album cuts and later singles that really made their mark on me. “Human Nature” is one of those songs that is just there, sort of filling out the atmosphere until Jackson’s falsetto grabs you. It was really a great template for the new jack swing movement which would revitalize R&B music later in the decade, perhaps best exemplified by Bobby Brown and his New Edition cohorts. The song’s freeflowing melody is perhaps its strongest suit as it’s lent itself to being a song that interprets wells in different music genres. The best, in my opinion, being David Mead’s very honest rendition which melds the new jack swing of the original with his own singer-songwriter talents. With piano replacing the synth, Mead’s version expertly gives me nostalgia for a time 20 years before his own recording.

Though a weaker track, “P.Y.T.” was probably the most memorable tune from the album for me. I have a distinct sense of the song being popular for a brief time, and my friends and I digging its rather unique sounds. For me though, one of my most vivid memories is pulling out the Thriller vinyl record from the bookshelf in our den. With “P.Y.T.” crackling through the speakers, I bopped around the room singing about a “Pretty Young Thing.” Could I have been any more clueless to the subject matter? When I think about Jackson’s music, I often go to that moment. It’s undetermined and rather pointless, but it continues to float there in the ether of my mind. And will very much be performed the next time I do karaoke.

Bad didn’t resonate as much with me. By then, I was moving into different sounds and had hitched my wagon to harder rock and power balladry. With rap very much on the scene, it was difficult watching Jackson act tough when he was very clearly a sensitive pacifist. However, “Man in the Mirror” was a stand-out track for me and very much ever-present on the airwaves in ’87-’88. I can hear it in my head when I think back to riding my bike to various stationery shops hunting the newest lines of baseball cards. (It may also be soundtracking my failed attempts at moving away from the G.I. Joes and Transformers of the time.) There’s just something wickedly cool about Jackson’s singing at the end of that song backed by a gospel choir.

The world is still in shock over Jackson’s death with little details known to the public. Though only 50, Jackson hasn’t been the mark of good health but it’s shocking nonetheless. Rumors and jokes are already afire on the internet, while many are focusing on Jackson’s speculated activities that led him into many courtrooms. That said, so many people were affected by the man’s music ; whether or not you liked it, it was a ubiquitous presence in our lives. I’m sure as I listen to Michael Jackson’s songs over the next few days, it will conjure up more memories of the time. For so many fans of the ‘80s, they may drift back to wearing socks on a hardwood floor attempting to moonwalk, the momentary cool of wearing a singular white glove, or the recreation of one of his many dance routines. It still hasn’t quite sunk in that this icon has passed on. Admittedly, I keep launching the Internet thinking how surreal it is that news of his death is staring me in the face. In response, I keep going back to a line from one of Jackson’s songs. “If they say, why? why? Tell them that its human nature.”

In the Summer of 2008, the waiting game of finding a new home had led to a lot of stalled activity, leaving me housebound many a weekend. In a flurry of long overdue creative activity, the muse visited me in the form of my respect and admiration for the 1980s.

Eightiesology celebrates that oft-maligned decade without all the stale irony attached to it in recent years. I wrote about topics ranging from The Bangles’ “Manic Monday” to Batmania to the Back to the Future films. However, I never saw as big a surge in my readership as when I posted about Walt Disney World, particularly Horizons. Subconsciously, right then, the foundations for a new blog were poured into the fertile ground of land I wouldn’t consciously discover for a few months.

Part of the appeal of those Disney-related posts was that I was connecting to a fervid fanbase that shared my joy and is very welcoming to new voices. While I had plenty of Disney-related ’80s nostalgia to post about, I decided that I also had so much to say about the company, its theme parks and many of its films…from any decade. Thus, the idea of Disney’s Folly was born.

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I picked the name Disney’s Folly as a nod to the lack of faith critics had in Walt Disney’s first innovative concept: the full length animated feature, specifically Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. The term was also revived by some to describe Walt’s concept for Disneyland, especially after that park’s woeful opening day. Needless to say, these were welcome follies.

Many may immediately think this blog to have a highly critical aim of the Disney company due to the negative connotation of the name. But I use it as an homage and to empower the concept of risk. Without Snow White, we would not have seen the many beloved animated features that Disney has released since those seven dwarves and nine old men first went to work. Without Disneyland, we would not have the concept of the modern day amusement park, including the many innovative attractions that Disney would create for not only its flagship park, but its many other kingdoms, especially Walt Disney World (itself a revolution in the travel industry).

To me, if you’re not taking big enough risks to gather critics and naysayers, then you’re doing something wrong. And if you’re not creating something that anybody thinks is a folly, then you’re just going through the motions. No great art comes without taking a leap of faith in yourself and the very reward that you wholeheartedly believe is on the other side of those risks. I hope that you all enjoy my new blog and respond with the fervor that we share together for all-things Disney. This is an ever-evolving project so I welcome feedback and, in the spirit of community, would welcome submissions by those who share a similar voice!

As for Eightiesology, my renewed creativity for the new site has given me some ideas on how to more properly approach this one without having such long draughts of stories. There remains more than enough ideas for Eightiesology which I will return to in due time.

In 1992, our senior class at Wood-Ridge High School visited Orlando for our senior class trip. We lodged outside of Walt Disney World and visited Disney parks as well as Universal Studios. This new theme park and competitor to Disney had only opened up a couple of years prior. The trip certainly put a different spin on the Disney experience for me, the details of which are better spent when reminiscing with old friends. But alas, there was still some good fun enjoyed at the theme parks, including this first visit to Universal Studios and one attraction in particular. 




The big attraction at Universal Studios was Back to the Future: The Ride. The BTTF sequels were not that distant a memory and the attraction utilized revolutionary theme park ride mechanics and technology at the time. The motion similar ride utilized an open vehicle and an IMAX dome screen which improved upon the systems being used in Disney’s Star Tours and Body Wars, which were enclosed simulator rides with all visual action happening on a forward screen. With Back to the Future, the riders could see the action happening around them, which gave the simulation that much more realism and thus more thrill and adrenaline. The ride queue featured prep videos starring Christopher Lloyd in his signature role (no, not Reverend Jim) of Doc Brown, who details the mission ahead for you, the rider. Biff (the inimitable Thomas F. Wilson) returns to his familiar antagonist role, infiltrating the Institute of Future Technology and escaping into the future and past, for we intrepid riders to chase! 


For added geekiness, the outside of the attraction featured a full size replica of the DeLorean and the Jules Verne steam train. Once inside the attraction, many other prop replicas and easter eggs are found throughout the attraction halls. And the ride exited you into the ubiquitous themed gift shop where one year I purchased a model of the time-travelling DeLorean. That of course was the rare time we even stopped in the gift shop and weren’t already on line to ride it again!  


The Jules Verne train replica at the Back to the Future: The Ride attraction in Universal Studios, Orlando.

The Jules Verne train replica at the Back to the Future: The Ride attraction in Universal Studios, Orlando.



A few years ago, Universal Studios in both Hollywood and Orlando shuttered their doors on the Back to the Future attraction, with very little fanfare or notice. (One last one exists in Japan.) The ride joined Earthquake and Kongfrontation as the park’s cornerstone attractions gone extinct (with only Jaws surviving). Presumably the dwindling relevance of the franchise in the modern context, along with rumored disrepair, forced Universal to develop something new and inviting. But in the process they dismantled a ride that was synonymous with Universal Studios and a natural extension of a franchise that, in cinematic and cultural circles, is still very popular. Even though its technology was dwarfed by the Spider-Man ride at the Studios’ sister theme park, Islands of Adventure, it was still an advanced system that probably could’ve just used some attention and repair. Much like Star Tours, and unlike roller coasters, the ride’s inherent structure allowed it the possibility of offering a new cinematic adventure with new destinations in time while retaining the same ride system. (Hello, recessionary solution!) The BTTF attraction has been replaced by The Simpsons, a franchise that, despite its quality and attraction, doesn’t exactly appeal to me when it comes to the architecture and adventure of theme park exploration. 


Even though the ride’s creation and my time spent on it happened after the ‘80s were over, this still very much qualifies for the Ninetiesology section of the site. (For those who haven’t read up, Ninetiesology is what I refer to as the aspects of the ‘80s, such as music and movie styles, or the lifetime of some TV shows, that spilled over into the next decade, typically ending 1992-1993.) And of course, the ride is based on a heavyweight ‘80s franchise. 




The Back to the Future trilogy was recently re-released on DVD including some new features on the first movie’s DVD. The special features now include all of the pre-show and ride footage from the Back to the Future ride. While not able to replace the physical simulation of the ride, it’s nice to finally have a keepsake from a treasured attraction. However, it’s almost impossible to duplicate the convergence of fandom venturing through a theme park attraction, in sunny Orlando, based on a classic movie. The thrill of the motion is gone and replaced by stationery recliner-induced sloth. But if you can get your hands on home movie footage of the attraction’s interior and exterior architecture, shut off the lights and get real close to your big screen TV. Fire up the ride footage and maybe you can time travel yourself to a time when one of the coolest theme park attractions ever still existed. Great Scott! Yeah, that’s heavy!

Back to the Future week at Eightiesology continues with the last of our features on the Back to the Future trilogy. But stay tuned after this as we have a few more BTTF treats left this week!


BTTF3When Back to the Future Part II ended, we already knew we were getting another sequel so everyone expected a cliffhanger. Perhaps rumormongers (who at the time only had magazines to patrol) knew where that third movie would take place. But most of us were as surprised at where the ride was taking us as Marty McFly himself. By the end of Part II we know that Doc has been accidentally zapped to 1885 and the old west. In fact, the producers stuck a trailer for the third movie onto the end of the movie, which was an extremely rare thing at the time. 



When Marty enters the center of Hill Valley for the first time, mirroring his visits to the same city in 1955, 2015 and bizarro 1985, I think that was the day I became a fan of Westerns. Now I recognize how foolish that statement sounds given the wealth of high-quality dramatic westerns throughout Hollywood’s history. And Back to the Future Part III is obviously a whimsical time-traveling tale that winks at that history. But westerns never appealed to me as a kid, that is until Marty McFly rode into town. Not long after BTTF3, the genre saw a revival on all levels: comedic (Silverado), popcorn (Tombstone) and Oscar-winning (The Unforgiven). To this day, Hollywood continues to produce amazing movies set in the old west. The television show Deadwood was easily one of the best dramas created for the tube in the last 20 years. (It also helped redefine the western as we know it today.) It’s rather fascinating that my interest in such movies all came from a fun time-travelling adventure from the very twilight of the ’80s! 


The third movie returns to the form of the first with our main character stuck in the past trying to get home. (The second movie was a nice departure with its wanton leaps through time and crazy alternate timeline.) Yet as with all the movies, Part III gets to the point real quick and never dwells too long on the drama. Sure lots of great movies take the time to develop character and discover the nuances of human interaction. But a lot of bad movies pretend that they could even handle that and end up falling flat on their faces. Here, you instantly understand these characters and become instantly intrigued by their decisions and actions. 


A poignant moment in Back to the Future Part III with Marty and Doc posing for a picture in front of a clock that will go on to have a great meaning for the two.

A poignant moment in Back to the Future Part III with Marty and Doc posing for a picture in front of a clock that will go on to have a great meaning for the two.



The movie also shines the spotlight a little more on Doc Brown (Christopher Lloyd) who up until that point had mostly played a crazed mix of Obi Wan Kenobi and Albert Einstein to our everyman protagonist Marty McFly (as played by ’80s uber-icon Michael J. Fox). Here, Doc got to stretch his dramatic legs a little more with his romance to Clara Clayton, providing the first reason for one of the characters to ever want to stay stranded in the future or past. It’s never overplayed and adds a sweet subtext to Doc and Marty’s time travel adventure. 


Unfortunately, much of the cultural subtext that was such a huge part of the first movie and a minor part of the second is largely absent here. No grand statements about making the most of your time. No relevant commentaries on our parents’ generation or the future our kids will grow up in. There are fun nods and winks to Hollywood westerns (i.e. the Clint Eastwood gags) but the movie isn’t satirizing westerns or mocking them, it’s The movie’s heart is the punctuation mark on the friendship between Marty and Doc which has traversed from 1985 to 1885. 


The movie does climax with one of the trilogy’s greatest moments: the train sequence. The suspense of Doc trying to save Clara and Marty trying to save them both while also praying the Delorean actually makes it plays out wonderfully. It’s an odd mix of science fiction and old Hollywood and possibly the first and only time we’ll ever see a sequence involving a steam train, hoverboard and time traveling DeLorean! BTTF3 also introduces a fun new gadget to the trilogy’s ever growing collection with Doc’s steam train time machine. Almost as cool as the DeLorean, the train is a nice homage to Doc and Clara’s mutual love for Jules Verne and his victorian-era science fiction. (And an early example from the burgeoning steampunk movement.)


Doc Brown's time traveling steam train

Doc Brown's time traveling steam train



The movie and trilogy came to a satisfying end even though our beloved Delorean is destroyed in quite the dramatic fashion. Doc gets his wish but still allows us to dream of all the other places in time we could travel to. Destinations best left to our imagination, at least until an animated series fills in the void. Many complained about the sequels not living up the first movie. Only one of the movies is an absolute classic but the trilogy stacks up admirably with almost any other. And for me personally, the franchise had such a profound effect on my imagination as a child and to this day is such a significant part of my nostalgia for the time period. In some ways, Eightiesology is my time machine to the ’80s, and the Back to the Future trilogy will always be one of my favorite destinations to travel back to.