Time After Time Movie Review

As ridiculous fantasy movies go, Time After Time has got to be one of the most absurd. Got to be. How else would you explain a film in which Jack the Ripper goes forward in time in H.G. Wells' time machine -- and Wells pursues him in order to apprehend the killer? Yeah, exactly. This cinematic oddity is nonetheless a true guilty pleasure, with Malcolm McDowell (as Wells) discovering the joys of French fries and motorcars as he's transported to modern-day San Francisco in a machine that, unbelievably, accounts for time zones. Mary Steenburgen is awful (declaring on their first date that she's "not a dyke!") as the love interest -- but so awful you can't turn away.