The Shape of Things To Come
Canada / 1979
Directed by George McCowan
Starring
Jack Palance
Barry Morse
Carol Lynley
Color / 98 Minutes / PG
Format: DVD (R0 - NTSC)
Blue Underground
Oh, the shame... The shame!
Hold your mouse pointer over an image for a pop-up caption
Whatever.
Faced with an ultimatum.
Unlike you, Sparks can go for hours and hours...
Gov. Niki rallies her troops. All eight of 'em.
Robot rumpus.
He dreams of being the most powerful water cooler in the galaxy.
I STILL CRAP BIGGER THAN YOU!!!
The Shape of Things To Come (DVD)
Buy it online

at Amazon

The Shape Of Things To Come
 
Review by
Brian Lindsey
Movie Rating  
1
  DVD Rating   6   10 = Highest Rating  
Easily one of the crappiest sci-fi movies I've ever seen.
    Sure, there are plenty of flicks with worse acting and even worse special effects. (Space Mutiny, anyone?) But the 1979 Canadian film The Shape of Things To Come manages to achieve an almost cosmic harmony of awfulness. H.G. Wells, the classic science fiction novelist whose book it's reputedly based on
, must've been spinning in his grave at a very high R.P.M. rate when this piece of junk got the go-ahead.
    The time is the "tomorrow after tomorrow." (That's what the pre-credits text crawl says, anyway.) Earth has been devastated in the apocalyptic Robot Wars but humanity continues to thrive in a bustling moon colony called New Washington. As a legacy of the conflict regular supplies of the miracle drug Radic-Q-2 are needed to treat people with high doses of radiation. A la Dune, the drug is produced on only a single known planet in the galaxy, Delta Three. The planet's "robot master", a mad scientist named Omus (Jack Palance, who's apparently beyond embarrassment), deposes the legitimate governor of Delta Three (Carol Lynley)
and takes over with the help of his mechanical soldiers.
    As part of a grand scheme to become ruler over all Mankind, Omus first sends a robot cargo ship crashing into New Washington's protective dome. He announces to Senator Smedley of the Moon Council that all shipments of Radic-Q-2 from Delta Three are hereby suspended until he is proclaimed emperor. In response to the ultimatum Smedley (John Ireland, another former Hollywood great slumming for a check) argues for a cautious approach, even negotiation. But maverick scientist Dr. Caball (Space 1999's Barry Morse) calls for immediate action. He wants to activate the Star Streak, a prototype space cruiser he's constructed, and go after Omus. Smedley, upon consulting New Washington's master computer (which seems to run the place like a benevolent autocrat), nixes the idea. Naturally Caball decides to do it anyway. Accompanied by his son Jason (Nicholas Campbell), Smedley's cute blonde daughter Kim (Eddie Benton) and a supremely irritating robot named Sparks, Caball steals Star Streak and blasts off for Delta Three. Whether you actually make it the end to see Omus get his comeuppance, or yank the disc out and smash it with a hammer in disgust, will be the ultimate test of personal fortitude.
    Okay, so I'm being a little harsh here
. But Shape's lousy effects and cheapjack production values are simply an insult to the word "pathetic." The 'Disco Lite' music score isn't worthy of a Saturday morning cartoon show. And the script! This grade school-level scenario would embarrass a mentally handicapped person. Dr. Caball defiantly tells Omus that the citizens of New Washington will never accept a dictator... even though they already take their orders from the "master computer". The overthrown administrator of Delta Three "Governor Niki"(!) organizes an underground resistance made up of eight people armed with sticks. (It doesn't help that Carol Lynley plays the part like a bubbleheaded Valley Girl stoned out of her gourd.) The movie doesn't even realize it concludes on a major downer, as Delta Three is totally destroyed by Omus in the course of his downfall. I guess no more Radic-Q-2 for all the folks with radiation poisoning...
    Now I love a thick, steaming slab of cinematic cheese as much as the next schlock connoisseur, but even in this regard Shape is a complete bust. When the sight of jumpsuited actors
armed with sticks and clubs clumsily battling guys in dopey robot suits can't get me chuckling, it's simply "Game over, man!" as Bill Paxton might say. There is exactly one good unintentional belly laugh in the whole film... At the very end, with his plan defeated and Delta Three exploding, Omus is sitting in his command chair, his citadel shaking to pieces all around him. Watch as not one, but two big pieces of styrofoam rubble bonk Jack Palance smack dab on the noggin! His priceless expression looks as if he just stepped in a big pile of dog doo. (Actually, the film probably would've been better if Palance had been drinking as much as he was on the set of Jess Franco's Justine.)
   
Reportedly made for over $3 Million (Canadian), I have to wonder where all the money went. The film makes an interesting comparison with Roger Corman's Battle Beyond the Stars (1980), another bad Star Wars rip-off, made for $2 Million, which at least manages to be fun in a 'So Bad It's Good' kind of way. Not so here. Not by a long shot.
    Perhaps the Mystery Science Theater 3000 gang could've done something with it...

You gotta hand it to the folks at Blue Underground. Even a wretched title like Shape of Things To Come gets topnotch treatment. A TV spot, the French theatrical trailer, and a poster/still gallery are provided as extras. While there isn't a subtitle option, an alternate French language track allows you to hear robot-speak en Français. (Also, the Star Streak is referred to as the "Star Trek"!)
    The film is presented in anamorphically enhanced 1.66:1 widescreen. Picture is a tad grainy at times and there's a tiny bit of print damage here and there but these are likely symptoms of the original source materials. Colors look fine. The Digital Mono audio tracks sound somewhat tinny during some of the music but I don't think anyone will really give a damn. Whether mono or DTS 6.1, shit is still shit. 2/12/03
HOME | REVIEWS | TOP