Also a movie made in 1960, starring
Rod Taylor and
Yvette Mimeux. It was produced by
George Pal.
The best part of the movie, I thought, was the time machine itself. A pseudo-Victorian affaire of tooled leather, crystal, and a marvelous parasol-like thing behind the seat that whirled when the machine worked.
Some years later, it was remade as a made for television movie. And the time machine had been reduced to a computer screen and a keyboard.
Where's the romance? Where's the artistry?
Where's something that looks like something?
Is the computer age, the age of everything looking the same?