I Have Too Many Thoughts

• So, Big is the weirdest comedy about child kidnapping I've ever seen. Josh's dad is almost completely absent, despite having what appears to be a healthy marriage, mainly because the presence of another parent would complicate things and introduce all kinds of questions like: Why haven't the parents called in the police or the feds? The movie is presented from the kid's view, which makes it lighthearted, but Josh's mom must've been eaten alive nightly by the terror of what must be happening to her boy, who's been missing for months. And then at one point Josh writes a letter to his mom set to a montage of baseball and video games, as if the film wants to mock her for worrying so. Sure, granted, Josh's actions aren't completely incomprehensible. He moves into a loft, buys a soda machine, and sleeps with Elizabeth Perkins; all pretty plausible fantasties for a kid in 1988. But there's a dark side to the story that's shoved to the corner, and it always feels weird to watch the adult Josh play with toys and order pizza when his mom is at home crying her eyes out.• Back to the Future: Part III ends with an admittedly cheesy send-off from Doc Brown that the future isn't written yet, and you can make it whatever you want, so "make it a good one." And that's all fine, I guess. But if the future isn't set, then traveling from the established present into, say, 2015 wouldn't be traveling into the actual future, merely one of the possible futures available from your particular present. So while Marty went forward in time in the second movie to save his kid's reputation, it's not merely feasible, but highly likely that something else happened in the intervening 30 years to re-ruin the life of Marty Jr. Not to mention the headaches caused by going into the past to change the present, which would theoretically give Marty two entirely different and warring sets of childhood memories, one in which he's a poor loser and the other in which his family is well-off and seems to employ Biff as a house servant/man-slave. These two completely independent lives would likely split Marty's brain apart, but instead he just hops into a pretty weak-looking truck and drives around with Jennifer instead of succumbing to the eventual psychosis brought on by one consciousness attempting to contain two separate but equally true histories. What gives?