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In other words, don't waste your time watching this.
Get the audiocassette tape with John DeLancie as the Invisible Man instead, also starring Leonard Nimoy.
Now that was good, and HG Wells is well served, unlike with this mess.
C'mon guys some previous reviewers have nearly written a novel commenting on this episode.
It's just an old 60's TV show !
This episode of Star Trek is notable because of the most serious babe (Yeoman Barrow's) ever used on Star Trek and the fact that it was filmed in a real outdoor location.
Unlike the TNG and Voyager series which were totally confined to sound stages.
This use of an outdoor location (and babe) gives proper depth and an almost film like quality to a quite ordinary episode of this now dated and very familiar show.
Except a few notable exceptions i.e "The city on the edge of forever" , "assignment Earth" and "Tomorrow is Yesterday" The old series of Star Trek needs to be seriously moth-balled and put out of it's boring misery.
Half a dozen good episodes from 79 is quite a poor batting average.
This is typical of the boring stuff Gene Roddenberry produced back then actually, contrary to popular belief where some people worshiped the ground he walked on, he actually made a LOT of rubbish!
He doesn't deserve to be spoken of in the same breath as Irwin Allen for example.
Just look at the set of the bridge of the Enterprise from a modern point of view.
They used wobbly plywood for the floor, cafeteria chairs with plastic backs and cheap cardboard above the instrument panels.
You can clearly see the folds in the paper !
Every expense spared or what !
Okay, now what the hell is this supposed to be?
Is it a family fantasy movie to cash in further on the huge success of Spielberg's "Close Encounters of the Third Kind?"
Or a throwback to the glorious days of prehistoric epics such as "When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth" and "The Lost World?"
Perhaps it's an intellectual & philosophical masterpiece we all fail to comprehend?
Yes, that must be it!
Whatever it is, the creators of "The Day Time Ended" (good old John 'Bud' Cardos of "Kingdom of the Spiders" and writer David Schmoeller of "Tourist Trap") must have been sniffing quite a lot glue when they penned down the ideas for this demented hodgepodge of genres.
The story doesn't make the slightest bit of sense and the narrative structure is incoherent as hell but, hey, who cares as long as it's got papier-mâché dinosaurs, miniature spacecrafts, headache-inducing light & laser shows and spontaneously combusting supernovas!
The voice-over introduction is practically inaudible, but no worries as it's all gibberish!
Did you know that the definition of 'time' isn't what we all think it is?
Time doesn't necessarily pass by chronologically, it is one giant paradox!
Words that were spoken thousands of years ago are still floating around now and even things that will happen in the future are already surrounding us.
I have absolutely NO idea what all this means, but apparently it provides an easy excuse to gather tap-dancing midget aliens and well-mannered dinosaurs on screen together.
I deliberately say well-mannered dinosaurs, because at a certain point one of the prehistoric monsters politely knocks on the front door before menacing his targets.
The crazy plot revolves on a family of weirdos living in their solar-powered house in the middle of nowhere.
Grandpa is extremely annoying, the granddaughter even more, granny is a walking & talking advertisement billboard for plastic surgery, the youngest son strangely resembles Prince Valiant and the young mother is incredibly hot!
Chris Mitchum for some reason also pointless wanders around the filming sets as the hot mommy's husband on business travel.
The special effects are purely cheesy and absolutely laughable (I sincerely hope that the other reviewer who talked about "excellent special effects" was being sarcastic), but the absolute most genius aspect here are the dialogs!
Just read this wondrous example of extraordinary writing: Grandpa: "You know what this is, don't you?
This is a time-space warp!
Stevie: "I'm not quite sure if I know what that means, dad" Grandpa: "Well, I guess nobody really does" Make up your mind, gramps!
Do you know what it is or don't you?
And stop talking about "The Vortex" like you're some kind of expert in the field!
"The Day Time Ended" is an incredibly childish and not-worth-bothering-for fantasy movie, though I can totally understand that some of its fans cherish the film because they saw it at young age and became fascinated with the flamboyant effects.
The ending completely comes out of nowhere, like they suddenly ran out of money or like the effects of the mushrooms they were eating wore out unexpectedly.
I saw this when it was in the theater, it started out so strong I mean back in 1980 this was a bold movie and the special effects were excellent AT THE time.
Now you would have to of been at least 30 or so in 1980 to really understand this point because studying film historically misses the mind set at the time the expectations, and other related psychological factors.
Now as I said the movie was engaging suspenseful and very entertaining.
It builds to an excellent climax then....
IT ends I mean the person that described it as having a water balloon break in your hand before throwing it, besides being a very poetic description.
In my experience, it was just not strong enough.
My wife and I were well...
how can I say this?
We were upset, I mean we paid money, invested the time to watch the movie which was excellent.
"We both felt we were robbed with an ending that convinced us both the production company must of run out of money and could not raise enough to finish it correctly.
In fact my wife said it best, it did not end, IT JUST STOPPED!
When I ordered this from Blockbuster's website I had no idea that it would be as terrible as it was.
Who knows?
Maybe I'd forgotten to take my ADD meds that day.
I do know that from the moment the cast drove up in their station wagon, donned in their late 70's-style wide collars, bell-bottoms and feathered hair, I knew that this misplaced gem of the disco era was glory bound for the dumpster.
The first foretelling of just how bad things were to be was the narration at the beginning, trying to explain what cosmic forces were at play to wreak havoc upon the universe, forcing polyester and porno-quality music on the would-be viewer.
From the opening scene with the poorly-done effects to the "monsters" from another world and then the house which jumps from universe to universe was as achingly painful as watching an elementary school production of 'The Vagina Monologues.'
Throughout the film, the sure sign something was about to happen was when a small ship would appear.
The "ship" was comprised suspiciously of what looked like old VCR and camcorder parts and would attack anyone in its path.
Of course if moved slower than Bob Barker's impacted bowels, but it had menacing pencil-thin armatures and the ability to cast a ominous green glow that could stop bullets and equipped with a laser capable of cutting through mere balsa wood in an hour or two (with some assistance).
Moving on...
As the weirdness and bell bottoms continue...
We found out that they're caught in a "Space Time Warp."
How do we garner this little nugget of scientific information?
Because the oldest male lead tells his son that, in a more or less off-the-cuff fashion, like reminiscing about 'how you won the big game' over a cup of joe or an ice-cold bottle of refreshing Coca-Cola.
Was pops a scientist?
Nope, but he knew about horses and has apparently meddled as an amateur in string theory and Einstein's theories.
The recording I watched on DVD was almost bootleg quality.
The sound was muddy and the transfer looked like it had been shot off a theater screen with the video recorder on a cell phone, other than that, it was really, really, really bad.
(There's not enough 'really's' to describe it, really).
I know some out there love this movie and compare it to other cult classics.
I never saw this film on its original release, but even back then I think I would've come to the same conclusion: bury this one quick.
I cheer for films that fill in subject matter gaps in world cinema.
So after watching the trailer for "Water Lilies," I expected to like this film because I thought I'd stumbled on something unique: a movie that honestly portrays teen lesbian love - sort of a female version of "Beautiful Thing."
The main characters are young French women 15 years old.
Marie is slender, reticent and pretty in a tomboyish way;
Floriane is outgoing, athletic and beautiful;
and Anne is loyal, pudgy and behaviorally immature.
The erotic interrelationship between Marie and Floriane is always simmering in this movie, if not at the surface, then just below it.
"Water Lilies," however, is not about the dawning of lesbian love upon two teens;
it is about sexual frustration, suffering, ennui, teens working at cross-purposes and - in at least two instances - joyless, mechanical sex.
It also proves that screenwriters and film-makers mar their own creations when they become too manipulative.
In the extra features on the "Lord of the Flies" DVD, director Peter Brook says, "French cynicism starts with the arousal of sex," meaning the French regard children as angels while they regard adolescents and adults with a pervasive cynicism.
Part of the downfall of this film is film-maker Celine Sciamma has gulped a mighty dose of this cynicism.
"Where is the joy?"
I asked myself while watching this film.
Yes, first love can be painful and frustrating, but it can also be joyful and triumphantly erotic in a fresh, life-affirming way.
These positive aspects are missing from this movie;
there is no balance.
Organically, this movie wants to be a poignant celebration of first love.
But Sciamma is too impressed with her own cynicism and cleverness and ruins the film.
First, what is the point of showing only the plump girl nude?
I know there is an established tradition of tasteful teen nudity in European cinema, as evidenced by films like "The Slingshot;
The Rascals;
The Devil, Probably;
The Little Thief;
Murmur of the Heart;
Friends;
Beau Pere" and "Europa, Europa";
but this instance is a petty authorial intrusion - "See, audience, I can make a film where I show only the unattractive person nude."

In other words, don't waste your time watching this.

Get the audiocassette tape with John DeLancie as the Invisible Man instead, also starring Leonard Nimoy.

Now that was good, and HG Wells is well served, unlike with this mess.

C'mon guys some previous reviewers have nearly written a novel commenting on this episode.

It's just an old 60's TV show !

This episode of Star Trek is notable because of the most serious babe (Yeoman Barrow's) ever used on Star Trek and the fact that it was filmed in a real outdoor location.

Unlike the TNG and Voyager series which were totally confined to sound stages.

This use of an outdoor location (and babe) gives proper depth and an almost film like quality to a quite ordinary episode of this now dated and very familiar show.

Except a few notable exceptions i.e "The city on the edge of forever" , "assignment Earth" and "Tomorrow is Yesterday" The old series of Star Trek needs to be seriously moth-balled and put out of it's boring misery.

Half a dozen good episodes from 79 is quite a poor batting average.

This is typical of the boring stuff Gene Roddenberry produced back then actually, contrary to popular belief where some people worshiped the ground he walked on, he actually made a LOT of rubbish!

He doesn't deserve to be spoken of in the same breath as Irwin Allen for example.

Just look at the set of the bridge of the Enterprise from a modern point of view.

They used wobbly plywood for the floor, cafeteria chairs with plastic backs and cheap cardboard above the instrument panels.

You can clearly see the folds in the paper !

Every expense spared or what !

Okay, now what the hell is this supposed to be?

Is it a family fantasy movie to cash in further on the huge success of Spielberg's "Close Encounters of the Third Kind?"

Or a throwback to the glorious days of prehistoric epics such as "When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth" and "The Lost World?"

Perhaps it's an intellectual & philosophical masterpiece we all fail to comprehend?

Yes, that must be it!

Whatever it is, the creators of "The Day Time Ended" (good old John 'Bud' Cardos of "Kingdom of the Spiders" and writer David Schmoeller of "Tourist Trap") must have been sniffing quite a lot glue when they penned down the ideas for this demented hodgepodge of genres.

The story doesn't make the slightest bit of sense and the narrative structure is incoherent as hell but, hey, who cares as long as it's got papier-mâché dinosaurs, miniature spacecrafts, headache-inducing light & laser shows and spontaneously combusting supernovas!

The voice-over introduction is practically inaudible, but no worries as it's all gibberish!

Did you know that the definition of 'time' isn't what we all think it is?

Time doesn't necessarily pass by chronologically, it is one giant paradox!

Words that were spoken thousands of years ago are still floating around now and even things that will happen in the future are already surrounding us.

I have absolutely NO idea what all this means, but apparently it provides an easy excuse to gather tap-dancing midget aliens and well-mannered dinosaurs on screen together.

I deliberately say well-mannered dinosaurs, because at a certain point one of the prehistoric monsters politely knocks on the front door before menacing his targets.

The crazy plot revolves on a family of weirdos living in their solar-powered house in the middle of nowhere.

Grandpa is extremely annoying, the granddaughter even more, granny is a walking & talking advertisement billboard for plastic surgery, the youngest son strangely resembles Prince Valiant and the young mother is incredibly hot!

Chris Mitchum for some reason also pointless wanders around the filming sets as the hot mommy's husband on business travel.

The special effects are purely cheesy and absolutely laughable (I sincerely hope that the other reviewer who talked about "excellent special effects" was being sarcastic), but the absolute most genius aspect here are the dialogs!

Just read this wondrous example of extraordinary writing: Grandpa: "You know what this is, don't you?

This is a time-space warp!

Stevie: "I'm not quite sure if I know what that means, dad" Grandpa: "Well, I guess nobody really does" Make up your mind, gramps!

Do you know what it is or don't you?

And stop talking about "The Vortex" like you're some kind of expert in the field!

"The Day Time Ended" is an incredibly childish and not-worth-bothering-for fantasy movie, though I can totally understand that some of its fans cherish the film because they saw it at young age and became fascinated with the flamboyant effects.

The ending completely comes out of nowhere, like they suddenly ran out of money or like the effects of the mushrooms they were eating wore out unexpectedly.

I saw this when it was in the theater, it started out so strong I mean back in 1980 this was a bold movie and the special effects were excellent AT THE time.

Now you would have to of been at least 30 or so in 1980 to really understand this point because studying film historically misses the mind set at the time the expectations, and other related psychological factors.

Now as I said the movie was engaging suspenseful and very entertaining.

It builds to an excellent climax then....

IT ends I mean the person that described it as having a water balloon break in your hand before throwing it, besides being a very poetic description.

In my experience, it was just not strong enough.

My wife and I were well...

how can I say this?

We were upset, I mean we paid money, invested the time to watch the movie which was excellent.

"We both felt we were robbed with an ending that convinced us both the production company must of run out of money and could not raise enough to finish it correctly.

In fact my wife said it best, it did not end, IT JUST STOPPED!

When I ordered this from Blockbuster's website I had no idea that it would be as terrible as it was.

Who knows?

Maybe I'd forgotten to take my ADD meds that day.

I do know that from the moment the cast drove up in their station wagon, donned in their late 70's-style wide collars, bell-bottoms and feathered hair, I knew that this misplaced gem of the disco era was glory bound for the dumpster.

The first foretelling of just how bad things were to be was the narration at the beginning, trying to explain what cosmic forces were at play to wreak havoc upon the universe, forcing polyester and porno-quality music on the would-be viewer.

From the opening scene with the poorly-done effects to the "monsters" from another world and then the house which jumps from universe to universe was as achingly painful as watching an elementary school production of 'The Vagina Monologues.'

Throughout the film, the sure sign something was about to happen was when a small ship would appear.

The "ship" was comprised suspiciously of what looked like old VCR and camcorder parts and would attack anyone in its path.

Of course if moved slower than Bob Barker's impacted bowels, but it had menacing pencil-thin armatures and the ability to cast a ominous green glow that could stop bullets and equipped with a laser capable of cutting through mere balsa wood in an hour or two (with some assistance).

Moving on...

As the weirdness and bell bottoms continue...

We found out that they're caught in a "Space Time Warp."

How do we garner this little nugget of scientific information?

Because the oldest male lead tells his son that, in a more or less off-the-cuff fashion, like reminiscing about 'how you won the big game' over a cup of joe or an ice-cold bottle of refreshing Coca-Cola.

Was pops a scientist?

Nope, but he knew about horses and has apparently meddled as an amateur in string theory and Einstein's theories.

The recording I watched on DVD was almost bootleg quality.

The sound was muddy and the transfer looked like it had been shot off a theater screen with the video recorder on a cell phone, other than that, it was really, really, really bad.

(There's not enough 'really's' to describe it, really).

I know some out there love this movie and compare it to other cult classics.

I never saw this film on its original release, but even back then I think I would've come to the same conclusion: bury this one quick.

I cheer for films that fill in subject matter gaps in world cinema.

So after watching the trailer for "Water Lilies," I expected to like this film because I thought I'd stumbled on something unique: a movie that honestly portrays teen lesbian love - sort of a female version of "Beautiful Thing."

The main characters are young French women 15 years old.

Marie is slender, reticent and pretty in a tomboyish way;

Floriane is outgoing, athletic and beautiful;

and Anne is loyal, pudgy and behaviorally immature.

The erotic interrelationship between Marie and Floriane is always simmering in this movie, if not at the surface, then just below it.

"Water Lilies," however, is not about the dawning of lesbian love upon two teens;

it is about sexual frustration, suffering, ennui, teens working at cross-purposes and - in at least two instances - joyless, mechanical sex.

It also proves that screenwriters and film-makers mar their own creations when they become too manipulative.

In the extra features on the "Lord of the Flies" DVD, director Peter Brook says, "French cynicism starts with the arousal of sex," meaning the French regard children as angels while they regard adolescents and adults with a pervasive cynicism.

Part of the downfall of this film is film-maker Celine Sciamma has gulped a mighty dose of this cynicism.

"Where is the joy?"

I asked myself while watching this film.

Yes, first love can be painful and frustrating, but it can also be joyful and triumphantly erotic in a fresh, life-affirming way.

These positive aspects are missing from this movie;

there is no balance.

Organically, this movie wants to be a poignant celebration of first love.

But Sciamma is too impressed with her own cynicism and cleverness and ruins the film.

First, what is the point of showing only the plump girl nude?

I know there is an established tradition of tasteful teen nudity in European cinema, as evidenced by films like "The Slingshot;

The Rascals;

The Devil, Probably;

The Little Thief;

Murmur of the Heart;

Friends;

Beau Pere" and "Europa, Europa";

but this instance is a petty authorial intrusion - "See, audience, I can make a film where I show only the unattractive person nude."