Isherwood

I didn't expect anything from The Time Machine. But I certainly was not pleasantly surprised by the result. The film is missing one very important thing: Heart. The heart of director Simon Wells, who claims to be the great-grandson of the author of the book H.G. Wells. The film is made without any passion for the book, without a sense for arranging scenes, and as a result, I feel like I just watched some cold calculation that producers quickly devised and had this project rushed through. The beginning of the story is very promising when Alexander takes his first trip through time. Instead of portraying a person exploring and experimenting with their invention, the script strangely dictates that they instantly bond with the machine, accepting its capabilities as something entirely natural. The vision of the future might only captivate around the year 2037 when the Moon crashes into the Earth. But even this scene, where a perfect apocalypse could have been unleashed, was abruptly cut, and the film jumped forward to the year 800,000. So what’s it like? Just going back to the Stone Age is enough, and we'll end up the same way. The "pretentiousness" of Guy Pearce's acting at the beginning, where he attempts to portray a somewhat scattered scientist, brought a smile to my face. However, that doesn't mean his tough guy act as a world savior was any better. The Time Machine may seem like a grand spectacle, but upon closer reflection, it becomes evident that it's merely a film made to cater to the popcorn industry's demands. Poor H.G. Wells, he's probably turning in his grave. However, I can't sympathize with him because I haven't read his book.

Even during the peak of the 1980s, the film remains an incredibly dumb and cheaply told story about an angry black man who showed everyone. Carl Weathers was definitely capable of more than that!

Sandra, bottle in hand, searching for existential wisdom, accompanied by a singing Steve Buscemi? Damn, I sure did enjoy that!

Is this the height of tastelessness and a reflection of the corruption of today's youth? No, it's more of an entertaining provocation of 'popular' entertainment conventions, but personally, I didn't quite take a liking to it.

Desperation, pitifulness, kitsch, awkwardness... I terminated this self-imposed torture 20 minutes before the end. Christopher Lambert lost in the inescapable mud of cinematic mediocrity... sad!

A brilliant one-man show by Jack Black, whose infectiously vibrant acting captivates from the start. When he's skillfully supported by the little rascals, with an amazed expression on your face, you'll forgive the film all its flaws, including the biggest one - undoubtedly the sugary ending. Rock music rulezz!

Monumentally grand, beautifully shot, bombastically scored, and masterfully acted... Although the plot may be somewhat simple, it serves as a perfect microcosm of the life of an ordinary ship's crew, likely one of the most comprehensive portrayals available in today's mainstream oceans.

A disgusting parasite on my personal action cult, which takes its stupidity deadly seriously. Watching the movie from my hospital bed, I almost ended up in the CPR ward...

Turning off your brain and not looking for any meaning to it is the way to approach what Emmerich presents in his two-hour disaster vision of the coarsest grain. Although it might irritate climatologists, why get upset when he serves us a picture of thousands of Americans begging to enter Mexico? At that moment, it is necessary to have a hearty laugh and lightly acknowledge that there is no more American American than this defector German, who spends high budgets like the biggest snob and yet unabashedly winks at the audience, almost begging them to enjoy the ride with him. Serving up a few remarkable special effects sequences pleasantly elevates the dose of patriotism, which could knock down an elephant, and it's necessary to handle it with an eye roll and a loud chuckle. The perfect sabotage of Hollywood!

How a group of stoned French people got their hands on filmmaking equipment and ran around the desert for a few weeks... Either they were too high, or the dealers sold them some really bad product.