In The Year 2889

Remember back in the 60s, when we were all supposed to have robot servants and flying cars and everything would be taken care of for us? Yeah, I know, most of you are too young to remember that, but I'm not, and I'm still waiting for my jet pack!!

Well, after checking out 1967's, In The Year 2889, I'm surprised that things are going as well as they are! It seems that sometime in the near future there will be a full nuclear war and the only people to survive will be a stalwart group of bad actors somewhere in a secluded valley in California...yes, I too weep for the future. In this movie, we see that only a hand full of people have survived and the rest of humanity, those who survived, are mutated into telepathic, cannibalistic monsters. Well, we assume that they're cannibals, even though we never see them eat anyone, this is, after all, a TV movie. The only horror that we even come close to seeing is a small bunny being attacked. Then, the 'horrific' results of the bunny attack looks more like one of the crew forgot to clean up their KFC bones than a slaughtered rabbit!

Even by the standards of 1960s horror, this is way down towards the bottom of the barrel! Paul Peterson stars in this, as the young handsome hero, and the rest of the cast runs the gamut of stereotypes from the young thug, to the loose stripper type to the, ever present, virginal heroine! Nothing is missed here, except maybe a monster! Our survivors walk around with a Geiger counter talking about 'renchons' and warning against walking into the fog, which is apparently supposed to be radioactive. And then when we do get to see the monster, it's just a guy in a suit with a paper mache head! And not even a well made paper mache head either! I've seen scarier paper mache heads in a Mardi gras parade!

The bottom line here is, if you're looking for a scare, look elsewhere, but if you're feeling nostalgic and you've got a Saturday afternoon to waste laying on the couch, then In The Year 2889 might be for you.



I give it 2 slowing burning cigars our of five! So, until next time, when I'll tell the story about the time I got my head stuck in a Mardi Gras paper mache head and ended up on Girls Gone Wild, remember that the best movies are bad movies!