In The Year 2889 (1967)
Directed by: Larry Buchanan
Written by: Harold Hoffman
Starring: Paul Peterson, Charla Doherty, Neil Fletcher, Hugh Feagin, Quinn O'Hara, Max W. Anderson, Billy Thurman, Byron Lord (OMG!)
Made for television science fiction film about the survivors of an atomic war hiding out in some valley which was not affected by the atomic stuff for some reason to do with Science.
The assholes, who were spared death for whatever reason, must do battle with the flesh eating mutants created by the radiation (again, something to do with Science) while dealing with their own personal problems. Mostly romantic. Oh yeah, and one guy's a drunk.
The film was not even remarkably bad. It was just kind of dismal. I kept waiting for it to get really fucking bad, but it never did. Just a little corny.
Bits of it, the walrus man for instance, were sort of funny but not all that funny. It was just sort of sad. I dunno. I didn't really feel anything towards it at all.
Um... oh yeah, and the title. In the Year 2889 (I actually only watched the movie because of the title. I was thinking of that annoying song 'In the Year 2525'). Apparently 800 years from now we will have reverted to the sixties. Super retro. Dangit, I was hoping for sliver space suits or something. Or the colour coded jumpsuits of Star Trek. Yay for colour coded jumpsuits.
Apparently there's a whole story behind the title of this movie, which I skimmed on IMDb, but I didn't really care all that much and didn't read it. Something to do with Jules Verne and The Day the World Ended. Whatevs.
Okay, I've still got a whole bunch of space I kind of want to fill up... jeez. Well, the weather is starting to look up a bit here. The sun is out, the sky is blue et cetera et cetera. It was actually pretty hot out today, which was nice for a change. The summer is nice enough, but autumn is where it's at.
Waiting for autumn. Between that, banging my head against the wall and filling a pool up with Jell-O (okay, haven't done that yet, but when I do it's gonna be awesome), I haven't really had much time to blog other than in concentrated bursts.
Okay, that's enough space filled with filler. I can stop now.