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I hereby pronounce BLAST FROM THE PAST as the year's first unwatch- able movie. The absolute gem of a premise-- Brendan Fraser as boy raised in bomb shelter who emerges in present day to fall in love with Alicia Silverstone-- is ruined by a foul first half-hour that all-too-painfully details the how's of how they got there. The tone jumps around like a bear with its ass on fire, plot devices literally fall out of the sky, parents Christopher Walken and Sissy Spacek's acting deteriorates as rapidly as their make-up, and the passage of time above-ground is shown by a stupid, stupid, stupid subplot involving a mom-and-son malt shop-turned-disco-turned-biker bar. I left at the 25-minute mark, before Brendan went top-side, but what the Hell do I know? Everyone else at tonight's packed sneak-screening laughed when they should, including the blonde bitch on our row who nearly came to blows with another patron over saved seats. You got class, lady. Directed by Hugh Wilson, whose last radioactive bomb was the Nicholas Cage-Shirley MacLaine room- clearer GUARDING TESS. And, speaking of suck-fests, Genna Davis' star un-maker Renny Harlin is listed as a producer. (Rated some- thing) Grade: W/O Copyright 1999 Michael J. Legeros Movie Hell is a trademark of Michael J. Legeros
Originally posted to triangle.movies as MOVIE HELL: It Burns! It Burns!