So in combing through the digital annals of all things Park Slope, our fearless editor found a post from crude futures referencing of all things the 1992 cinematic brilliance of Freejack.
Don't remember the movie, that's ok...no one does. Yet we at FIPS decided to dip back to 2006 where a blogger caught the future vision of a Park Slope of 2009 portrayed in...wait for it: 1992. Blows your mind doesn't it? Fuck M theory, quantum physicists everywhere now have a new conundrum to work out.
So here's The premise of Freejack (in case you missed out 19 years ago): Emilio Estevez plays a race car driver in 1991 who is about to die in a crash and burn accident. Right before that happens Mick Jagger zaps Emilio 18 years into the future to a spiffy future New York for body harvesting or something like that. Then there's some shit about how Mick Jagger is a mercenary working for some rich dude who has a hard-on for Emilio Estavez's body and wants to have his mind transplanted into it (boy did you choose the wrong brother for that). But Emilio gets hip to the plot. What happens? I'll let crude futures explain it to you:
"Mayhem ensues when... Estevez, who is supposed to have been mind-wiped just after time travel, escapes from the bonejackers — thereby becoming an illegal "freejack" — and finds a tough-as-nails nun who helps him flee to "'Sector Seven. You probably knew it as Park Slope.'"
So you're thinking Mick Jagger as a time-traveling mercenary, mind-wiping, tough-as-nails nun, this movie is spot on about 2009. Here are some shots of a once and future Park Slope, all courtesy of crude futures.
Here's what Freejack got right:
Most definitely the street traffic and the stairwell. The fashion styles of the masses was clearly spot-on. I only wish we had Buster Poindexter hanging around on the street and those bad-ass chicks hanging out under 3-D tittie storefronts. I mean how amazing would that be?
Here's what Freejack got wrong:
A genuine lack of Thai restaurants and burger joints. I didn't see the Community Bookstore in there or Area Kids? And dare I mention the Food Coop? No Steve Buscemi or John Turturro to be found.
But seriously Buster, if you're reading this, move to Park Slope. We need you here.