He wanted to watch the original version of the film and time travel was the only way to do it.
He had fond memories of watching the original, but copies were hard to find. Because he was a trillionaire, he wanted to more than just sit and watch it, but would like to do it in the old cinema that has long since been knocked down. The Temporal Corporation could provide what he wanted, but at the enormous cost of 2.5 million. The movie buff was happy to pay for the delight of reliving the drama of the original. He climbed into the chair and was transported almost immediately to a front row seat in the old theatre. With building excitement he waited for the curtains to open.
Sometime later he was back in the chair in the Temporal Corporation’s travel room. Several people were gathered there, waiting for his arrival.
The head of department came forward. “How did it go?”
The man grimaced. “Disappointed… I prefer the remake!”
“We do apologise,” said the corporation man, “you have spent a great deal of money with our corporation and the results were not to your satisfaction.”
He waved them away, because he couldn’t care less. He’d watch the 2043 version.
This is just one of the advantages of being filthy rich…