--psychokinesis, of which TK is a manifestation. Very well, I quibble...
I can't quite call this film a guilty pleasure. I review only because it made an impression on me when first broadcast Stateside in prime time, making me feel obliged nearly 40 years later to view it uncut and without commercial interruption when the opportunity arose.
It has not aged well at all. It has a Sixties look that tries only a little to not look Sixties, given it opens with the title-card reminder that it happens "Tomorrow." It plods...and plods...until the action, which at times...plods. And when it stays perfectly still to lend itself to exposition it can't quite decide if it wants to be a character study as the characters ponder the core Imponderable: What to do when a superman-in-hiding wants YOU.
That's not a fair statement about George Pal and Byron Haskin, who were not known for their subtlety and full well knew how to exploit the magic medium. I can't even blame the casting or acting. I can only blame the attempt to adapt a nearly unfilmable novel. If you want to imagine what Pal and the rest likely wanted to do, read the novel, though be sure it's the original edition (ca. 1956) and not the author's later revision.
And though I agree with other users that this film predated many other (and some worse) treatments of "The Power" (Terrestrial Edition) put to not-so-nice use, it is not the first cinematic treatment. Treat yourself to The Man Who Could Work Miracles and both the Village AND Children of the Damned. Throw in Forbidden Planet for contrast...
So why did I feel obliged after all these years to view it again? One of Miklos Rozsa's finest musical scores, guaranteed to make you reach for sweet paprika and a recording of Kodaly's Hary Janos Suite. Arthur O'Connell making a funny face. Nehemiah Persoff's chain-smoking and novel use of a dishwasher. Earl Holliman trying just a little too hard to overcome the dialogue. George Hamilton trying not hard enough to look harried but succeeding only when he makes a puss. Suzanne Pleshette and Yvonne De Carlo...well, given the chance the ladies could act too.
And all-too-brief homages to Pal's Oscar-winning Puppetoonery with the truly inspired artistry of Wah Ming Chang and William Tuttle in one of the very few films that make you want less exposition and more magic.
I can't quite call this film a guilty pleasure. I review only because it made an impression on me when first broadcast Stateside in prime time, making me feel obliged nearly 40 years later to view it uncut and without commercial interruption when the opportunity arose.
It has not aged well at all. It has a Sixties look that tries only a little to not look Sixties, given it opens with the title-card reminder that it happens "Tomorrow." It plods...and plods...until the action, which at times...plods. And when it stays perfectly still to lend itself to exposition it can't quite decide if it wants to be a character study as the characters ponder the core Imponderable: What to do when a superman-in-hiding wants YOU.
That's not a fair statement about George Pal and Byron Haskin, who were not known for their subtlety and full well knew how to exploit the magic medium. I can't even blame the casting or acting. I can only blame the attempt to adapt a nearly unfilmable novel. If you want to imagine what Pal and the rest likely wanted to do, read the novel, though be sure it's the original edition (ca. 1956) and not the author's later revision.
And though I agree with other users that this film predated many other (and some worse) treatments of "The Power" (Terrestrial Edition) put to not-so-nice use, it is not the first cinematic treatment. Treat yourself to The Man Who Could Work Miracles and both the Village AND Children of the Damned. Throw in Forbidden Planet for contrast...
So why did I feel obliged after all these years to view it again? One of Miklos Rozsa's finest musical scores, guaranteed to make you reach for sweet paprika and a recording of Kodaly's Hary Janos Suite. Arthur O'Connell making a funny face. Nehemiah Persoff's chain-smoking and novel use of a dishwasher. Earl Holliman trying just a little too hard to overcome the dialogue. George Hamilton trying not hard enough to look harried but succeeding only when he makes a puss. Suzanne Pleshette and Yvonne De Carlo...well, given the chance the ladies could act too.
And all-too-brief homages to Pal's Oscar-winning Puppetoonery with the truly inspired artistry of Wah Ming Chang and William Tuttle in one of the very few films that make you want less exposition and more magic.