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What is fairly detestable about The Shape of Things to Come is not just that it was a bad Star Wars clone there were dozens of those but that it has the audacity to use of the name of H.G. Wells in vain. The film billed itself as a sequel to Wellss classic of future history Things to Come (1936). Things to Come was a serious work of social prognostication where Wells made an earnest plea for world peace and offered a grand vision of achieving a scientific Utopia; The Shape of Things to Come is merely a witless Star Wars with robots, hammily overacting intergalactic dictators and lots of raygun shootouts. There is absolutely nothing in common with the two films (or with Wellss titular book of social projections that the film takes the name from). The nearest point of connection is that the hero and his father in this film share the same name as the central characters in Things to Come. Are they meant to be descendants who knows? But the film bungles it so badly it doesnt even manage to spell the surname the same. Although the saddest part of the exercise is that H.G. Wellss descendants apparently endorsed the film. One of them, Frank Wells, acted as the films scientific advisor although from the appalling science on show, God knows where he obtained any scientific qualifications. All of this might be excusable if The Shape of Things to Come was a halfway decent film, but it is one of the cheapest and most poorly made of all the quickie Star Wars cash-ins. The sets are extremely cheap. The robots look like the lumbering tin cans out of 1940s serials. The models are poorly photographed and look just like models. The effects are so cheaply delivered they dont even bother with optical process work there are no mattes, the models are never seen against planetary backgrounds. The plot is filled with gaping holes. For instance The Starstreak is supposed to stop off to Earth for repairs but then leaves without obtaining any. Similarly at the end the ship leaves Delta 3 with a supply of Radic Q-2, but we never see them mining any or picking up any supplies in the few moments between Jack Palances announcement that he is going to destroy the planet and their race to get back to the ship. The film is dull the whole way. The only one in the show who shows any life is a slumming Jack Palance who sees it for the ridiculous effort it is and hams it up for all he can. Director George McCowan had previously made such genre efforts as the tv movie The Love War (1970) about warring aliens on Earth, the Natures Revenge film Frogs (1972), and Shadow of the Hawk (1976) about warring American Indian sorcerers. The executive producer was notorious B-budget producer Harry Alan Towers, also responsible for the Christopher Lee Fu Manchu films, a host of Jess Franco exploitation nasties and various cheap horror films.
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