To: Robert Zemeckis
CC: Stephen Spielberg; Georgie Lucas;
Mr. Zemeckis:
You wrote and directed Back to the Future, Part 2, over 20 years ago and painted a picture of a brave new world--bright and full of holograms, flying cars, and a Michael J. Fox, free from Parkinson's.
Back to the Future 2 took place in 2015, just four years in our future, and we are no closer to flying cars and Mr. Fusion reactors. We landed on the moon over 40 years ago, and we still fart around with remote controlled cars on the surface of Mars when we should have been there years ago. What happened? Is it complacency with our instant access to information and entertainment? Was it the fall of the Soviet Union? Did the Cory Haims and Cory Feldmans wake up from dreaming that little dream? I think so.
Mr. Zemeckis, you made a promise to an eleven-year-old little boy in 1989: a promise of clean energy, holographic billboards, and hoverboards. Where's my fucking hoverboard? Have you thought about that? Screw clean energy; where's my fucking hoverboard?
I call on you to rectify. I call on you to act. I call on you to wrangle innovators, investors, imagineers, and producers to sit in a room and provide a detailed action plan. Hire an impartial team of executive coaches to come in to the room every few hours to kick your asses until you have honed your Hollywood genius, yielding a formula to motivate, inspire, and launch a new American renaissance.
Let's pick back up where we started in the 1960's. Let's explore, imagine, and embark on a third age of discovery. I know we can do it under your leadership. Let's give the children of the 21st century what this everyman once dreamed of. Let's give them fucking hoverboards. And clean energy. No. Fuck that--hoverboards.
I am not a crackpot.
Sincerely,
W. Patrick Martinson.
