About 10 years ago I was watching a new "major motion picture" that featured well-known actors and was set overseas in the 1950s.
At one point, one of the characters said, "Sounds like a plan."
Huh?
Now, mind you, it wasn't as jarring as it could have been if the guy had whipped out a cell phone, called his girlfriend and asked her to TiVo something for him.
And I suspect that the actor may have been ad-libbing.
But still.
Yesterday I was reading a short story set during the late 1930s in Hollywood and featuring some celebrities of the time along with other characters.
As an old-movie buff I know a lot about this era.
At one point, a character said, "Who's the Marx Brother wannabe?"
Wannabe?
A word whose first recorded use, according to Merriam-Webster, was in 1981?
Now it is true that the story was narrated by an anonymous character who wasn't there, who says this was the way he (or she, for all I know) heard it.
So maybe the author could argue that the narrator has a faulty memory or a tin ear.
But still.
I'm not trying to nitpick. But anachronisms like these "take me out" of the story, make me aware that I'm reading something, or watching a movie or TV show, instead of experiencing it.
And that's not where I wannabe.
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