Of course, underneath all of that uniting optimism, tired and stressed was how Michael would describe himself.
Tired cause of the five total films he has under his belt throughout this year... and just as fatigued when thinking about the filming process he went through in making Back to the Future.
It was a long time ago now but it could still be felt.
That was three films and one long-running show alongside it, after all. The multitasking was hell.
All the while stressed is a given with the uncertainty of movies... but it kind of triples when as mentioned... three movies are involved.
A failure of one... is a failure of the next and technically just the failing of all three films.
One could argue that the first part's success was a relief... but the heights it reached just added to the burden.
Granted, he's probably not the only one overthinking about this... but as the main face of it, the intensity is on him. That's what he believes, at least.
Of course, after all that has been read through... it was finally back to the forefront of it all.
Which is none other than the shadowy Alexander himself. Who had been relatively bored due to the waiting that had to be done...
So, his early-access solution clearly had drawbacks... and rethinking was a must.
In any case, at the sight of Fox settling in the halls and heading towards his seat... his wait is probably almost over.
Yet not entirely on the clear just yet. Cause of technicalities, mingling time, and whatnot...
For what it's worth, Alexander had his methods to wade through it. Like settling the incoming girls to their popcorns.
Or just glancing over the attendees once again. From Cocky Cox whom he just dubbed Peacocky Cox... due to her dressing theme and how marginally musing it was to think that it's just pee and cock in another conjoined form.
Was this how peacocks were named?
Also, Cruise cruising along with his new wife. Looking ready to jump on a couch and pronounce his love for her... with scientological hints perhaps.
The assortment of Top Gun and Predator casts... to the eventual Back to the Future stars themselves.
Making Alexander's thoughts stir in quick contemplation... wondering about their trajectories and eventual stories... but that's about it for the meantime.
And yeah... he didn't miss Eisner, who's also looking very, very near.
An odd one for sure but not as odd as the other shady folks that got themselves to mingle among the packed crowd of premiere attendees.
Alexander knew that Old Sullivan's connections were in the same archetype but he still flagged some that didn't belong.
His own visually systematized and Sherlock-inspired crowd labeler actually marked them red. As major bigwigs.
For they seem to be the type to be able to pull some strings and even managed to puppeteer their way into here. Looking composed, confident, and not really that well-intentioned.
Something that he'll have to bring up to his grandfather soon enough.
Unfortunately, at an unfortunate timing, the theater already went dark...
With the premiere goers already lulled at the loss of sight...
And with an intense rise in music... a light emerged. Bringing forth an image of a sun.
Stunning and bright, but not for long...
As darkness eventually returned. Eclipsing the sun like the eclipse it is meant to emulate.
And lo and behold... Creed Pictures, in bold fonts, was formed.
Without a doubt, the movie was officially screening for the first time and Back to the Future part II is finally here!
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And it picked up where it previously left off, sort of...
When the roar of an engine broke the morning calm in the McFly neighborhood.
Marty McFly had just begun to take in his strangely improved home life when the familiar screech of tires jolted him back to reality. He turned in disbelief as a silver DeLorean skidded to a stop in his driveway.
Out stepped Doc Brown—though not the Doc he knew.
His friend wore a bizarre yellow trench coat, futuristic wraparound glasses, and his hair seemed even wilder than usual. The eccentric scientist didn't waste a second. He waved his arms urgently, as if swatting away invisible obstacles.
"Marty!" Doc shouted, his voice tinged with panic and excitement. "You've got to come back with me!"
Marty frowned, taking a step closer. "Back where?"
"Back to the future!" Doc declared, as if the words alone explained everything.
Jennifer, who had just come outside, exchanged a bewildered glance with Marty.
"Wait a minute, Doc." Marty said, raising his hands. "What are you talking about? What happens in the future? Do we become jerks or something?"
Doc adjusted his glasses and shook his head impatiently. "No, no, no, you don't understand! It's your kids, Marty. Something has got to be done about your kids!"
Before Marty could ask anything more, Doc was already hustling toward the car, yanking open one of the gull-wing doors.
The DeLorean's glowing time circuits hummed with raw energy, brighter and sharper than before.
Jennifer gasped. "Wait, are you saying we're going too?"
"Of course!" Doc cried, gesturing frantically. "It concerns her as well! Both of you... inside, quickly!"
Marty hesitated, staring at the car that had changed his life only hours ago. He could still feel the shock of the lightning storm, the terror of nearly being erased from existence, and the relief of saving Doc's life.
And now, barely given a moment to breathe, he was being asked to leap into the unknown again. But this was Doc. His Doc. If he said the future needed fixing, then it had to be true.
Jennifer climbed in first, still clutching Marty's hand, half thrilled and half terrified. Marty slid into the passenger seat, heart racing, and pulled the door shut.
The DeLorean's dashboard flickered with neon digits, glowing years they had yet to live.
Doc hopped into the driver's seat, flipping switches with practiced precision. The reactor hummed louder, the car shuddering as power coursed through it.
"Doc..." Marty said, bracing himself. "You better back up... we don't have enough road to get up to eighty-eight."
Doc turned to him with a sly grin, eyes twinkling behind his futuristic shades. "Roads? Where we're going, we don't need… roads."
The DeLorean rose from the pavement, its wheels folding inward with mechanical whirs until it hovered effortlessly above the driveway. Flames burst from the rear vents as the car tilted forward, aligning with the open sky.
In a blinding streak of fire and light, the time machine shot into the horizon, vanishing in an instant.
The future awaited. And along with the main character, the audience held their breath for what's to come.
Because this time, this faraway future was going to be finally explored.