Dr. Jack

With the luxury of writing this review in real-time while watching this film on television I should have the luxury of remembering any good parts. Unfortunately, there are none to be found here. The only remarkable thing about this film is that it uncategorizable -- it can't be considered a drama as everything is too predictable to be dramatic, it can't be called an action pic as the "action sequences" are hokey and unbelievable. It could be considered a crime picture as it's a crime that anyone wasted the resources to produce, market and broadcast this turkey. Lamas and Williams come off more smarmy than urbane, Rae Dawn Chong is not the hottie she used to be, the cop dialog is stilted and awkward and the production values are unremarkable and veritably scream Direct-To-Video. This film's only value is as a "How-To" guide for prospective B-movie directors. Run, Don't Walk to Avoid This Movie.

This film is not particularly noteworthy in itself, but as a benchmark in the development of science-fiction on the big screen. It marks one of the last gasps of the low-budget, hardware-driven (Rockets and Rayguns, if you like) school of sci-fi and falls well short of its contemporary "Marooned", much less merit any comparison with "2001" and other later high concept films. Altman's direction is sufficient to keep the picture moving along and the overlapping dialogue is a refreshingly sophisticated stuff. The ego clashes of the two pilot candidates for the moon flight seems a bit stilted (Duvall seems at home in the role, but Caan's not up to it), the anti-Soviet rhetoric is a bit grating at times and the female roles are essentially throw-aways. When it's time to put together a retrospective on the sci-fi genre (as has been done for war films) this one might get 15 seconds during the moonshot segment; it hardly deserves more. This film's biggest problem was (apparently) budget -- it's rare to see a film depict the props and procedures of its own era so poorly.