The first and best of Michael J. Foxs star-making trilogy has one of the more preposterous plotlines in movie history: Huey Lewis-listening 80s dude Marty McFly (shown to be a badass for hitching rides on trucks while on his skateboard) has a buddy whos inventing a time machine. Shit goes haywire and Marty finds himself stuck in 1955, fending off advances from his future mother (Lea Thompson) while coaching his future father (Crispin Glover, not looking a day older or younger than today) to assert his masculinity. The memorable performances kind of make you forget all of that, though, incredibly. (PG). BRIAN MILLER
Fri., April 25, 11:59 p.m.; Sat., April 26, 11:59 p.m., 2008
