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15/03/02 @ 2:40 p.m.
This entry probably won’t mean anything if you’ve not read the book, but I’m getting worried about this new Time Machine movie. It opens here in a couple weeks, and I just read a synopsis that made me want to poke my eyes out to make sure I don’t watch it. Time travel is so much a standard of sci-fi that it seemed like a great idea to go back to the original source. It’s a great story, and its simplicity and intelligence would be refreshing after years of shite like Timecop. But the signs aren’t good... HG Wells, the book’s author, saw a future where the working class had become nothing more than workers, trapped underground with their machines and unable to tolerate daylight, and the upper classes were nothing more than lazy, unproductive child-like creatures whose only interest came in entertaining themselves. The screenwriter, genius that he is, has envisioned a future where museums have holographic curators. Not quite in the same league, is he? He’s moved the setting to New York, given the scientist a name, thrown in a pointless back-story and motivation for building the machine (as if time travel isn’t interesting enough on its own), changed Weena’s name for no reason, given the scientist a love interest, and thrown in a holographic museum guide for the love of fuck! A holographic museum guide! What’s the point in going back to the original source, and then throwing in some gimmicks to fuck it all up? I’m really hoping this is just the crappy film magazine talking out of its arse again, because if not I’ll be crying as I walk out of the cinema! Then I’ll hire hitmen. Then I’ll admit defeat and stop loving movies altogether.
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