( Wesley Barry / 1962 )
Speaking of this in terms of cinematic technique, it's awful: gorgeous Eastmancolor excepting, the film is basically a dreadfully acted stage play, all talk and no action. Quite literally, in fact: the characters barely move from their marks and the camera spends as much time as possible in the same spot (to try and hide the fact that they couldn't afford to build complete sets).
That said, it has that Ed Wood-style magic that turns ineptitude into high hilarity, and possesses one of the more intelligent (save for a couple of bizarre lapses in logic) and thoughtful scripts of science fiction cinema. Although the incongruity of a great screenplay with terrible filmmaking might be too much for some people, if you can embrace camp trash (and the idea of a "thalamic transplant") you'll be rewarded with something as good as the best of THE TWILIGHT ZONE and a much less sentimental and muddled look at what it is that makes a human human than ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE.
No comments:
Post a Comment