Making Up For Lost Time
I went to see “Spy Kids 2” (I think) at the movies on Saturday. First ever whole-family trip to the pictures. Something for everyone: spy gadgets; scratch’n’sniff cards; 3D glasses, popcorn, trips to the toilet…
So, it was starring whoever it was played Eddie Carbone in the TV version of “A View from the Bridge”, and he hasn’t aged one day since that was made. Which is ironic, as the moral of the story was that you can’t recapture your youth or your past.
There was a time-travel angle, so that suited me. The villain had been frozen in time as a child, so had missed out on a large chunk of his life, so he wanted to travel back in time to reclaim it. But, as we seasoned time-travellers know: that approach just doesn’t work.
I love time travel.
My favourite method of time travel was that used by Christopher Reeve in “Somewhere in Time” when he starred opposite Jane Seymour, travelling back to 1912. It was a kind of self hypnosis. It was only when he stumbled across and anachronistic coin that he was hauled back to the present before promptly dying and being reunited with Jane Seymour in a white, soft-focussed timeless space.
It never seems to work out all that well for time-travellers. They always end up trapped or dishevelled or not existing or ill or dead.
Poor old whatsisname from “The Time Traveller’s Wife” was like that. Unable to stick reliably to any point in time. Plays havoc with your constitution.
Given that (OK OK the HADRON COLLIDER notwithstanding) time travel is not possible, it is odd that the same moral of the story comes out every time.
You can’t change the past, but you can change your behaviour in the present to set the course of the future. And you shouldn’t mess with time. You’d be better off destroying the time machine.
I think I’ll keep mine, though. I have found it useful.