SOMEWHERE IN TIME
   
STARRING: Christopher Reeve, Jane
Seymour, Christopher Plummer, Teresa Wright, Bill Erwin
1980, 103 Minutes, Directed by:
Jeannot Szwarc
Description:
Somewhere In Time is the story of a young writer who sacrifices his life in
the present to find happiness in the past, where true love awaits him. Young
Richard Collier (Christopher Reeves) is approached by an elderly woman who gives
him an antique gold watch and who pleads with him to return in time with her.
Years later, Richard Collier is overwhelmed by a photograph of a beautiful young
woman (Jane Seymour). Another picture of this woman in her later years reveals
to him that she is the same woman who had given him a gold watch. Collier then
becomes obsessed with returning to 1912 and the beautiful young woman who awaits
him there. —
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Dismissed as “sentimental” and
“mawkish” by most film critics upon its theatrical release back in 1980, this
romance starring Superman Christopher Reeve and Jane
Seymour has however acquired a dedicated following in the years since then
thanks to repeat screenings on cable TV.
Slow and uninvolving, it
remains a mixed bag at best however. Reeve and Seymour never truly convince as a
romantically obsessed couple. The lanky Reeve – fresh from his triumph in the
Superman movies – actually seems awkward and unsure
of himself in his own body at times. Seymour is simply bland and it is difficult
to see what exactly Reeve’s obsessed character exactly sees in her.
The mechanics of the time
travel plot are more entertaining than the overly serious romantic plot as Reeve
meets up with a much younger version of a character he met earlier, wakes up in
someone else’s room and dresses up in a suit ten years out of fashion. The last
ten seconds of the movie is however awash in the sort of treacly unbearable
Mills & Boons chocolate box kitsch that even Titanic – a similar doomed
love affair story which Somewhere in Time has foreshadowed in many ways -
would have blanched at.
Still, Somewhere in Time
boasts one genuinely moving moment and if you sit it through without moaning,
you might wind up scoring with your girlfriend afterwards . . .
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