This is the next entry in a Theatre… a Movie… and a Time, a series that was begun here. Timing, once again, is everything. So, this post serves as another shout-out to my friend and author John Kenneth Muir. His year-end series, the Burton Brief, on filmmaker Tim Burton has been one more pleasurable presentation of his to follow. And it was his cult film review this week that triggered another memory download (along with a reminder of a time almost 12 years ago by my wife).
“It is truth, but truth is not always appearance.”
November 20, 1999: Remember Y2K? Some of you may recall the angst associated with the dire predictions of the time. Many feared widespread, doomsday disruption to critical services as the year 1999 ticked over to 2000. Where I worked certainly just wanted to keep their systems, and patients, functioning. It caused a number of us on staff at the job to work overtime ferreting out any legacy computer code in said systems still around we interacted with.
Most vacations or time off was cut for those in IT services as the end of year approached to cover the effects of “the rollover” as it became affectionately known. Today, few refer to it or even want to recollect the spell since most of the predictions never come to pass. I do because my daughter’s birth approached with it.
The week before she arrived, she was already late. I know a due date is just an estimate based on a calculation using the mother’s last menstrual period. Just a guess of things we think we have control over — and we don’t. No big deal, really. Still, it plays on a parent’s mind something fierce. Didn’t help that her future brother had arrived early.
Couple with this and the Millennium Bug at work (plus the everyday parenting chores), my very pregnant wife wanted to give us a break from the stress of both. And, to get me out of the house (and her hair), even if that meant she’d be home alone with our four-year-old. Thus, she sent me to the movies on this day — to the nearby Century City 14 theaters, of course… along with cell phone and pager at the ready (just in case).
Tim Burton’s Sleepy Hollow turned out to the perfect mix of science,
19th 18th century technology and mysticism, along with the anxiety that accompanied knowing life was once again going to change. Big time. I recalled I bloody well loved it when I first took the movie all in. Then, I quickly got to the car and drove back home to my loved ones. Once more waiting on whatever was in store for us.