Help Me Find the Keys And We'll Drive Outta Here
posted June 24, 2008 7:05 AM
Caught the latest trailer for the upcoming Journey to the Center of the Earth -- starring Brendan Fraser and what struck me as fairly unconvincing giant CGI reptiles -- in a theater over the weekend. Being a sucker for all things 3D (although I must admit the Imax version of Superman Returns made me literally nauseous) -- I'll probably go see it when it opens on July 11th anyway. But then again, as Gong Show auteur Chuck Barris used to say -- what do I know? I like cold toilet seats.
Journey is, of course, a remake of the oft-filmed Jules Verne story, best known from the 1959 Henry Levin version, which is generally considered definitive despite a certain good new/bad news quality. On the one hand you have James Mason as the hero, great wide-screen photography and sets, and a fantastically eerie score by genius composer Bernard Herrmann. On the other, you have Pat Boone as the male ingenue, a duck as comic relief, and dinosaurs that are actually gila monsters with rubber appendages glued to their backs, a cheeseball device that has pissed off F/X crazed kids at least since One Million B.C. in 1940. Incidentally, you can see said gila monsters in the trailer below, starting at approximately 2 minutes 46 (Gertrude the Duck shows up earlier, at about 58 seconds).
Actually, the version of the story I prefer (and don't even get me started on the 1999 TV mini-series with Treat Williams) is Unknown World (1951), which recasts the classic tale in a Cold War context. The plot, via Wikipedia:
Dr. Jeremiah Morley (Victor Kilian), concerned about an imminent nuclear war, builds an atomic-powered drilling machine known as the Cyclotram and organizes a scientific expedition to find an underground environment where people could escape from obliteration. Government funding falls through, and at the last minute the expedition is bailed out with private financing from a newspaper heir who insists on going with them as a lark. Romantic rivalries develop, but in the end the scientists find an enormous subterranean expanse with plentiful air, its own ocean and phosphorous light. However, the lab rabbits they have brought with them give birth to dead bunnies; the underground world has rendered all sentient life forms sterile. Dr Morley is depressed by the news and when an underground volcano erupts he refuses to re-enter the Cyclotram and perishes. The survivors enter the underground sea and find themselves rising up to the surface of the upper world in the ocean, fortunately near a tropical island.
All of this is surprisingly diverting, thanks to better than you'd expect F/X (the Cyclotram is actually pretty cool, some of the cave footage was shot in Carlsbad Caverns) and nice work from Killian, a veteran character actor best known for his work on TV's Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman in the 70s, who stars unbilled because of the McCarthy-era blacklist. There's also a nice score by composer Ernest Gold, a talented guy who went on to much bigger things including winning an Oscar for the music for Exodus in 1960, marrying soprano Marni Nixon (who dubbed Audrey Hepburn 's singing in My Fair Lady) and fathering Linda Ronstadt's guitarist Andrew Gold, of Lonely Boy 70s shlock hit fame.
Whew.
Anyway, thanks to the miracle of Google Video, you can actually watch the entire movie here (a better looking DVD version is available over at Amazon.) As for the Brendan Fraser flick, we live in hope that, at the very least, a pet duck won't get the biggest laughs.
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Steve Simels has written about music and movies for Sound and Vision magazine (formerly Stereo Review) since the early 70s. He has also contributed to Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide and the Wall Street Journal. He’s the author of “Gender Chameleons: Androgyny in Rock n Roll” (Arbor House, 1985), and blogs at PowerPop.blogspot.com. His ambition in life is to play the Leslie Howard role in a remake of “Petrified Forest.”

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The Kenosha Kid said:
marrying soprano Marni Nixon (who dubbed Audrey Hepburn 's singing in My Fair Lady) and fathering Linda Ronstadt's guitarist Andrew Gold, of Lonely Boy 70s shlock hit fame.
...Kevin Bacon!!
June 24, 2008 9:09 AM
Toonscribe said:
I always liked the 1959 version despite the presence of Pat Boone.
June 24, 2008 9:12 AM
ql said:
I just watched the 1959 version for the first time in years. Meh, didn't hold up.
June 24, 2008 10:20 AM
emma said:
Your title.... references a joke regarding the spacious dimensions of somebody's, ummm, well, you know? And yes, I'm terribly ashamed of myself.
I'll have an elitist cabernet sauvignon please.
June 24, 2008 10:39 AM
Gummo said:
Marni Nixon dubbed a lot of voices, and sang on a lot of Disney kid records.
I had a Disney record of Mary Poppins that she sang on.
Why Julie Andrews wasn't singing her own role from a Disney film on a Disney record I never figured out, and even as a kid I felt cheated.
June 24, 2008 12:55 PM
l'atalante said:
Not to forget the inevitable American international semi-clone from 1965, War Gods of the Deep, replacing Mason with Vincent Price (who still hadn't seen the script a week before filming began), Boone with Tab Hunter, and the duck with a rooster. At least in those days, you didn't need a massive budget to be unoriginal.
June 24, 2008 2:26 PM
pretzelattack said:
dinosaurs that are actually gila monsters with rubber appendages glued to their backs,
nooooooooooooooo!!!!!!
June 24, 2008 2:32 PM
drano said:
Uh, don't think it's a gila monster. Looks more like a giant chamaeleon with a twenty-foot tongue.
There was also a pretty poor animated series in the late '60s. At the end of each episode they would find somebody's intitials carved into a rock, which proved that they were on the right track.
June 24, 2008 2:36 PM
Jack K., the Grumpy Forester said:
Wait! I LIKED the gila monsters with the rubbery finny things!
...of course, at 5 years of age I wasn't much of an F/X affectionado...
June 24, 2008 2:38 PM
catalexis said:
And, you know what? I don't recognize the punchline. I must be uncool!! :(
This movie, I remember, and I remember that it just didn't reach me. And the cold war motif things, remakes or otherwise, just bored me silly. I guess I'm just too elitist. :)
June 24, 2008 2:45 PM
spocko said:
Of course *I* remember the cartoon of Journey to the Center of the Earth. But then I am a fictional character.
I'm thinking that we could get to the center if only we had enough money to buy some Unobtainium.
June 24, 2008 4:05 PM
TinyPorcelainMouse said:
But what about the classic Doug McClure version?
http://www.oldies.com/i/boxart/large/86/027616868398.jpg
June 24, 2008 4:10 PM
spocko said:
Doug McClure! I remember him from such SF TV hits as "Probe".
June 24, 2008 4:16 PM