I had seen the remake film based on this and didn't like it - even I knew Jeremy Irons as a talking Morlock was wrong. I'm always a bit weary of 19th Century novels because I find a lot of them are hard to read (Eyre, Dickens), but Wells is an absolute genius. It's so simple and so easy to get into. The dinner scene, the wonderment towards the disheveled Time Traveller, the shift to his narrative that completely takes you to this dystopia that is the future.

I think the best thing about the novel is the ending. The novel is so gripping, and you feel so much for the Time Traveller that once you close it, you honestly believe he might happen upon your bedside. Or maybe that's just me. And now that I read that back to myself it does seem very creepy.

It might just come down to the fact that I'm a sci-fi lover, and this was right up my alley (that sounds sinister...), thus my want for time travel to be real somewhat overrides my imagination. Sad, now that I'm having to write it.

I have yet to see the 1960s film, but apparently it's much better than the new one, I might try to see it later - contrast and compare, etc etc. (40 marks)



But these stills from the film are amazing! The Time Traveller and his machine aren't quite what I pictured (I was thinking something more cynical, more Industrialisation - so the colour black, rusty metal...) but since it looks great in technicolour I'm impressed with the way they imagined it. And the Morlocks shockingly resemble exactly how I saw them. Although mine were more hairier, instead of ... loincloths?

things I should post soonish: Buffy; The Goonies; clothes.

Labels: 1800s, book, H. G. Wells, Sci-Fi, The Time Machine

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