I’m hardly the first to do this sort of thing, but here goes:
I’m showing one of my classes a bit of Blade Runner this morning. I think of Blade Runner, which came out in 1982, when I was nine, as a recent film, more or less. It is 27 years old.
When I went to college, these films were 27 years old. They might as well have been the Dead Sea Scrolls.
This reality hit home when I noticed that the year of Blade Runner‘s dystopian future is 2019. As in, a year in which I hope I’ll still have my current car.