Two poor gobs, taking part in a World War II experiment in radar insulation, are caught up in some trick photography and dropped down in the Nevada desert, where, by more than the merest coincidence, the same government scientist is conducting a similar experiment forty years later. (will he never learn?) The possibilities for a reappraisal of contemporary culture through the eyes of two derelicts from the Forties are barely touched. (The possibilities in time-travel stories are of course infinite, and though we can't ask that, we can ask more than this.) And the hero's understandable bewilderment over his predicament is soon shoved aside by his man-of-action instincts and a drearily traditional love interest: "We could go away somewhere. Together. Just you and me." Worse yet, the best chance to keep in touch with the hero's sense of displacement has been thrown away in the casting stages: the Son-of-Elvis performance of Michael Paré (who couldn't be bothered even to submit to an appropriate haircut) communicates nothing of the Forties. Crisp photography, however, by Dick Bush; and some exciting storm effects as the time-hole in the Western skies threatens to suck up the planet Earth like a mere pea. With Nancy Allen, Bobby Di Cicco, and Eric Christmas; directed by Stewart Raffill. (1984) — Duncan Shepherd
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