For the longest time, I had a very good relationship with time travel movies. As a young lad, I had absorbed the first “Back to the Future” and “Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure”, and the sequels to both confirmed what I already knew: Time travel is awesome. You may, at this point, be pointing out that “Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey” was bizarre, unsettling and ultimately unwatchable, and to you I submit my rebuttal: Robot Bill and Ted. Having a remote control robot version of yourself is made of pure win, and you can’t deny it, so sit back down while I talk about time travel.
“Back to the Future Part II” opened the door for my young mind to appreciate the far-reaching consequences of altering the past, which got me interested in all of the speculative fiction which had been dedicated to the subject, “Sound of Thunder” butterfly squashin’ et al. I remember finding the “minor action plus time equals major result” equation to be really compelling, and my dedicated fandom of “Sliders” can probably be traced to this. Anyway, “Bill and Ted” is probably the most time travel flick with the best sense of fun. Winter and Reeves are just a couple of slackers, given supreme power over time itself, for the simple purpose of passing a history exam. As much as I like Marty McFly (and I absolutely consider “Back to the Future” to be superior in every other way), I greatly enjoy living vicariously through a pair of time tourists who aren’t worried about making out with their moms or causing a universe-wide collapse through a paradox.
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