Even without a nuclear holocaust which annihilates most of the world's population from what little we see of the valley estate that Neil Fletcher has built nothing seems to have changed for 800+ plus year in 2889. Why the title? This could have been 1972 for all we see.
Fletcher is the ultimate survivalist and he's got a compound for himself and daughter Charla Doherty and her fiancé who never shows up. But some others do and no one would pick this bunch to reboot the human race.
With the possible exception of Paul Petersen who was now out of work after leaving the Donna Reed Show where he was king of teen idols in the early to middle 60s on television. Like so many other careers Petersen's tanked after his television show ended its run. I well remember him from my youth he was a lot like Tom Cruise. And maybe had he come along a generation later he might have had the career Cruise has had. Petersen is the hero here and is the best hope for survival with this crew.
In The Year 2889 doesn't even bother to pretend it wasn't totally ripped off from Roger Corman's The Day The World Ended. If you're familiar with that you know what happens here.
Terrible acting, completely plagiarized and production values that are better in a Film 101 class, what's to like here besides Paul Petersen's hunkiness.
Fletcher is the ultimate survivalist and he's got a compound for himself and daughter Charla Doherty and her fiancé who never shows up. But some others do and no one would pick this bunch to reboot the human race.
With the possible exception of Paul Petersen who was now out of work after leaving the Donna Reed Show where he was king of teen idols in the early to middle 60s on television. Like so many other careers Petersen's tanked after his television show ended its run. I well remember him from my youth he was a lot like Tom Cruise. And maybe had he come along a generation later he might have had the career Cruise has had. Petersen is the hero here and is the best hope for survival with this crew.
In The Year 2889 doesn't even bother to pretend it wasn't totally ripped off from Roger Corman's The Day The World Ended. If you're familiar with that you know what happens here.
Terrible acting, completely plagiarized and production values that are better in a Film 101 class, what's to like here besides Paul Petersen's hunkiness.