But that’s just a quibble, a sign of my obstinate refusal to suspend disbelief, at least in the early going. Who wouldn’t take a concertina as standard issue on such a long and arduous journey over boulders and down steep cliffs?
But that’s not all…
Before we descend to the core, let’s check our inventory: Climbing ropes. Check. Food. Check. Compass. Check. A guide who can’t speak English. Check. Accordion (already mentioned). Check. Pet goose. Check. At least two people who have never climbed so much as an escalator. Check.
What? A pet goose? Well, at least you can eat the goose, but the only reason to bring an accordion along to the center of the earth is so that Pat Boone can relieve (or cause?) the boredom between episodes of falling rocks and being attacked by giant magnified lizards. Let’s just hope they don’t come across any cannibals, although that might be a Boone. (Yuck yuck)
And if you’ve been wondering where the Indiana Jones big rolling boulder gimmick came from, Spielberg ripped it off from this movie. Still, it’s a good shtick. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.
James Mason leads a motley crew (not the Mötley Crüe . . . they brought just the concertina with them) to the center of the earth where he eventually finds, quite
surprisingly, the center of the earth. In between times, Mason finds time to be kidnapped, to discover a murder, to get captured by that same murderer (it’s crowded down there on the way to the center of the earth), and to find a pretty lady who decides she’d like to take a jaunt along with them to the earth’s core. (What does one wear on such a trip?). I guess it’s the fashionable place to be that time of year.
But, really, the movie is not as goofy as all that. Well . . . yes, it really is. But once the story gets going, it’s a fun romp through Carlsbad Caverns. Yes, you’re thinking that the chances of three complete climbing neophytes (and one Icelandic guide) making it to the center of the earth are pretty slim. But you’d be wrong. And I don’t know why, but you would be.
All in all, except perhaps for the goose, this is charming, harmless, Saturday-matinee fun. Or maybe the goose helps. I don’t know. But I can give it 2.6 triple-stripes out of 5. It might be worth it just to see Pat Boone blown out of an erupting volcano. You . . . you light up my life. [Sorry, wrong Boone.] Oh, and if seeing Pat Boone without his shirt turns you on, well, there you go. He must have just lost out to Sly Stallone for the Rambo pictures. • (1707 views)