Everyone has their memories
of junior high school. For some it’s their first dance. For others it’s
a favourite class. For me, it’s my seventh grade band teacher; the most
organized man I have ever known. I remember him being extremely annoyed
at one particular Christmas concert rehearsal. According to him the percussionist
wasn’t paying enough attention. We were practicing “Jingle Bells,” and
the drummer would bring us in at a nice snappy pace. Then he would sloooooooooow
down to an exhausted David Carradine tempo. Then he would speed way up,
so that if you were to sing along it would sound like "JingleallthewayOhwhatfunitistorideonaonehorseopensleighHEY!.
That band teacher taught me that a steady pace is important to music. Some
twenty years of film going has taught me that the same is true of movies.
Perhaps The Time Machine director Simon Wells could use a drum lesson.
(Though he’s lacking in precious little else.)
The Time Machine
(based on HG Wells’ novel of the same name) is the story Columbia University
physics professor, Alexander Cartegen. One night, after proposing to his
girlfriend, she is killed in a mugging gone awry. The brilliant mathematician
deduces that the only way to mend his broken heart is to put his intellect
to use creating a time machine to travel back in time, and save his beloved’s
life.
Guy
Pearce (Memento,
Ravenous) stars as Alexander, and per normal
is excellent. His bumbling teacher is so endearing that he makes the movie
more charming by his presence in it, his moments of bravery are that much
more heart pounding.
Mark Addy (The Full
Monty, A Knight’s Tale) plays Alexander’s best friend and fellow
teacher David Philby. Addy creates a unique character here as all to often
in adventure films, the best friend turns into the one-dimensional sidekick,
and Addy doesn’t allow that to happen. Although at times you get the feeling
that Philby is in a constant state of bewilderment over Alexander’s behaviour
and intellect, he muddles through, trying to be the best friend that he
can. A nice job.
Samantha Mumba, in her
cinematic debut plays Mora; a teacher from a future society that Alexander
reaches. She does surprisingly well. The last time that I remember being
this impressed with a singer turned actress, is with Jennifer Lopez’ turn
in “Out of Sight.” Mumba has a gentle innocence about her that is quite
charming.
I have two major criticism’s
of The Time Machine:
1) Considering the amazing
source material they had to pull from it boggles my brain why more of it
wasn’t used. If the cinema going public can suffer through 2 ½ (But
feels like 187) hours of Waterworld we can certainly be more than
capable of enjoying an extra thirty minutes of set up, on maybe the construction
of the machine itself, or more detail spent on Alexander’s various stops
through the future.
2) The pace. It’s not
at all even. This film starts out in a whirlwind of gorgeous sets, beautiful
scenery, new characters, Oscar worthy costumes, and then for no real reason
slows to a standstill. Then it speeds up, then slows down again. Imagine
being on a roller coaster where the brakes keep slamming on in the loop-de-loop
and you’ll have the last thirty minutes.
That having been said
I did enjoy this movie immensely. Director Simon Wells has done an above
average job with his first stint at the helm. The amount of detail he’s
poured into every detail of bits like an 1899 outdoor skating rink is amazing.
But even that pales in comparison to the jaw dropping CGI rapid aging effects
utilized for Alexander’s environment while he’s voyaging through the ages.
If a bit more attention had been paid to the script, and pacing it would
have put The Time Machine up there with Raiders of the Lost Ark
for pure comic adventure.
It’s still one of the
most fun movies I’ve seen in a long time, and I heartily recommend it to
everyone.
Jen
Johnston