|
The Time Machine
film: Dreamworks. 92 minutes. Rating: PG. Released May 2002. Director:
Simon Wells. Stars: Guy Pearce, Samantha Mumba and Jeremy Irons.
This
movie is loosely based on HG's 1898 novelette of the same name and
is directed by the author's great-grandson.
Given the additional dimension of modern computer effects, hopes
were high for something potentially very good but, sad to say, on
leaving the cinema a feeling of great loss was evident - loss of
a £5 admission fee and the loss of a couple of hours time.
I must confess to being a bit of a party pooper in that I don't
believe travelling into the past is possible. Time enough for paradoxical
quantum mechanical discussion later except to say that, irrespective
of my feelings on the matter, time travel has been a pillar of Science
Fiction for ages.
Even if it is indeed total nonsense, the possibilities for story
telling are tremendous and shouldn't be judged on science alone.
The
first thing to be noticed about this film was the giant poster outside
the cinema which gave three names - Guy Pearce, Samantha Mumba and
Jeremy Irons. With no disrespect to the first two, Irons is a well-known
and accomplished actor.
His presence added a touch of class and quality but the poster
didn't say that he was only appearing in a short cameo role towards
the end of the film. A bit of a cheat perhaps but it's been done
so many times before, Marlon Brando in 'Apocalypse Now' coming to
mind, that we should be well used this marketing strategy.
The film opens in a New York winter and not London where the book
and previous film are set. At least, being set a century ago, it
has the old HG atmosphere to help it along. Pearce plays the time
traveller Hartdegan, an absent-minded experimenter who delves into
all matters electrical, mechanical, biological and theological.
It's surprising he's had time for a love interest but there she
is, Emma, an attractive blonde played by Sienna Guillory. All he
has to do is rush out to Central Park and propose to the young lady.
It must have been one of the shortest engagements of all time because
no sooner was the ring on her finger than she was lying dead, her
heart pierced by a mugger's bullet.
Naturally, Hartdegan is upset. Despite everyone saying to him that
though immensely regrettable, the incident was just one of these
things over which poor mortals have no control, he spends the next
four years in anti-social isolation making his antiquated looking
time machine. Going back in time, he tries to change the past but
had he only asked Scotty he'd have been told, 'Ye canny change the
laws o' physics, laddie'. Emma is killed again, this time in a different
way!
One thing I couldn't understand though was why he didn't meet himself
in Central Park? Emma would have two confusing proposals to cope
with. If not that, why didn't the second Hartdegan stop the mugger
before he mugged the newly engaged couple?
Had he done so, maybe the first Hartdegan wouldn't have made the
time machine and, this being the case, it's unlikely he'd bother
travelling back to the past, so creating a time travel paradox that
scuppers everything.
Anyway, returning to the story, seeing that the past can't be changed,
many of us would give up at this point but no...not our time traveller.
Using logic that's dubious, he reasons people in the future may
have a better idea as to the nature of time and, employing their
knowledge, he would have another attempted engagement with Emma.
So, it's back to the future for him, but this time, a future long
after his own time.
Hartdegan stops off in the 21st century. Someone comments on his
mode of attire which seems a piece of cheek considering the way
they were dressed themselves. We learn that people are moving to
the Moon and to make living space, twenty megaton nuclear bombs
are being employed to excavate real estate. On trying to discover
more about the nature of time, he consults a holographic library
- an interesting and entertaining touch.
A further hop in time reveals that they've overdone the nukes,
the Moon is falling apart and the Earth is being bombarded with
the rubbish. (The idea of this happening is rubbish too - breaking
the Moon apart would take energy far in excess of even a thousand
bombs) Hartdegan only just makes it back to his time machine but
is injured, rendered unconscious and sends himself flying away almost
a million years into the distant future.
This is a film of two halves. Some folk have all the luck. Had
it been me, I'd have ended up with the Morlocks but Hartdegan somehow
gets rescued by Mara (Samantha Mumba) and resides with her, her
brother and the other Eloi in a bamboo village, stuck to the sides
of a canyon. This seems quite an idyllic life but there always has
to be trouble in paradise. The Morlocks attack!
A slight diversion: - why does all literature, and not necessary
only Science Fiction, portray mankind as foolish idiots trying to
aspire to the heights of the gods only to be brought crashing back
to earth as a result of their own greed and folly?
Why do seemingly perfect situations and scenarios always have papered-over
cracks or some deadly flaw which comes out under closer examination?
Answer - makes good stories and keeps people in their place but
bit detrimental to humanity's confidence! Maybe life isn't really
like that but then I think of the Millennium Dome! Enough said!
‘The Time Machine’ makes extensive use of computer animation and
graphics, some of which appears very spectacular, but is this at
the expense of the script? (see article in June edition by Jane
Palmer). There are instances when the dialogue is tedious but the
Morlocks themselves don't possess an ability for after-dinner conversation
either.
That's probably because their dinners are humdrum - nothing but
Eloi on the menu. Poor Hartdegan, he sees his new girlfriend taken
away before he'd the chance for a nibble himself. Not very good
at keeping his women, is he?
Concerning the Morlocks, I thought an important point about their
physiology was that they were underground dwellers for whom light
is painful and damaging to their grey eyes and skin but here they
are, running about upstairs without even sunglasses or factor 25.
These Morlocks could just as easily live on the surface, albeit
with some protection.
There's also no mention of the relationship between the two species,
as portrayed in the book and earlier film, where the Morlocks provided
clothing, shoes and other material goods to the Eloi, allowing them
an indolent existence of eating and frolicking in the sunshine.
In return, the Morlocks ate excess Eloi, so preventing over-population,
old age and the necessity for health services, pension plans or
social security. (Don't tell Gordon Brown)
After running around the Morlocks’ underground industrial underworld,
Hartdegan comes across his girlfriend and also Jeremy Irons, but
that's a different story which seems oddly unconnected with the
rest of the plot. Irons is the chief Morlock but his part seems
to be an appendix-like appendage that plays no real functioning
part in the body of the film.
It's a difficult task to remake a film where preconceived notions
of the book and a previous film exist. It would also be a mistake
to make a carbon copy of the last film or even a slavish account
of a book which, as events have shown since 1898, is not a true
account of the shape of things that came. Even making something
in the spirit of the earlier work isn't wrong or necessarily a bad
idea.
In fact, there's no reason why a really good film could not have
been made but this version isn't that. It has too many holes in
the plot, the acting isn't good throughout, the story it's trying
to tell is far from clear and the beginning is too long. Although
entertaining enough in parts, taken as a whole this effort must
be sadly condemned.
Rod MacDonald
|