Réalisation:
Simon WellsPhotographie:
Donald McAlpineMusique:
Klaus BadeltActeurs·trices:
Guy Pearce, Samantha Mumba, Mark Addy, Sienna Guillory, Phyllida Law, Alan Young, Yancey Arias, Orlando Jones, Jeremy Irons, Laura Kirk (plus)Résumés(1)
A New York, en 1899, Alexander Hartdegen, un brillant physicien de l'Université de Columbia, fait la connaissance d'Emma, une charmante demoiselle dont il tombe follement amoureux. Un soir, dans Central Park, il trouve le courage de lui déclarer sa flamme et de lui offrir une bague de fiançailles. Un voleur tente alors de dérober le fameux bijou, mais Emma ne se laisse pas faire. Un coup de feu retentit, la malheureuse s'effondre et meurt dans les bras d'Alexander. Refusant cette triste fatalité, celui-ci consacre tout son savoir et toute son énergie à construire une machine à explorer le temps afin d'altérer le cours des événements et ainsi sauver la vie de sa bien-aimée. Alexander embarque à l'insu de tous pour ce voyage de la dernière chance et se voit bientôt propulsé dans le XXIe siècle. (texte officiel du distributeur)
(plus)Critiques (7)
La Machine à remonter le temps est magnifiquement réalisée, avec des effets visuels incroyables et Guy Pearce fait de son mieux, mais sur le plan du contenu, c'est presque aussi ridicule que Wild Wild West. Heureusement, c'est beaucoup plus court et se termine avant de vous énerver. Avec un clin d'œil, dans un moment de faiblesse de naïveté et de modestie du spectateur, je lui donne 3 étoiles.
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A tragicomic example of how a good book can be turned into a first-class travesty. The first half hour is still fine, it has momentum, is quite imaginative and the time shift is masterfully executed. But from the moment Pearce gets to the far future, the film becomes hopeless, starting with a silly plot that goes against the book, and ending with the costumes of the Morlocks and the cardboard sets – an unbelievable shitshow. And poor Jeremy Irons looks like the bizarre guy who offered Nicolas Cage the S&M porn tapes in 8 MM. Simon Wells, I don't know, I don't know, great-grandpa wouldn't be happy.
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I didn't expect anything from The Time Machine. But I certainly was not pleasantly surprised by the result. The film is missing one very important thing: Heart. The heart of director Simon Wells, who claims to be the great-grandson of the author of the book H.G. Wells. The film is made without any passion for the book, without a sense for arranging scenes, and as a result, I feel like I just watched some cold calculation that producers quickly devised and had this project rushed through. The beginning of the story is very promising when Alexander takes his first trip through time. Instead of portraying a person exploring and experimenting with their invention, the script strangely dictates that they instantly bond with the machine, accepting its capabilities as something entirely natural. The vision of the future might only captivate around the year 2037 when the Moon crashes into the Earth. But even this scene, where a perfect apocalypse could have been unleashed, was abruptly cut, and the film jumped forward to the year 800,000. So what’s it like? Just going back to the Stone Age is enough, and we'll end up the same way. The "pretentiousness" of Guy Pearce's acting at the beginning, where he attempts to portray a somewhat scattered scientist, brought a smile to my face. However, that doesn't mean his tough guy act as a world savior was any better. The Time Machine may seem like a grand spectacle, but upon closer reflection, it becomes evident that it's merely a film made to cater to the popcorn industry's demands. Poor H.G. Wells, he's probably turning in his grave. However, I can't sympathize with him because I haven't read his book.
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Simon Wells is admirably clever in that he was able to glue together this slushy band of time cards into at least a bit of a fun sequence... but it is a futile endeavor to look for something above-average and lasting in this train wreck between Planet of the Apes and a Jules Verne Disney adaptation. I am adding a star for the likeable Guy Pearce... and for the fact that my evening went by quickly.
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How to review this... A high-budget film created as a deliberate calculation by the studio and the director. The money invested is evident in the visual aspect, with many effects remaining interesting even over time, but the script is stupid to the point of being offensive. I have no understanding for this type of production; it only brings shame to my favorite genre. The scenes set in the future appear as a cautionary example of creative dementia. Overall impression 25%.
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The special effects - without reservations. Pearce and Irons - the same. It's worse with the story. It's kind of bland (I read the book and I know that it's not the most interesting either), and Samantha Mumba is a nice-looking girl, but like the main character I probably wouldn't choose her. A slightly above average film with good music.
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It has a pretty nice mainstream idea - trying to appeal to a wider audience, although there's a film from 1960 that did this much better. The only thing the film can be credited for is trying to build on the legacy of H.G. Wells, but without understanding his attempts to poke a little fun at society.
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