Based loosely on H. G. Wells' astonishingly dull monograph, this gloriously awful film made before the War portends the future.
After a devastating war with the Germans, the world is broken down to a post-apocalyptic state, eventually brought back to civilisation by the 'Airmen' and their wonderfully impossible Art Deco air machines.
The scenes then switch to the future in 2036, where the population lives in a Grecian idyll (?!) in large blocks of flats with no windows and they have managed to invent flat screen televisions only 70 years after Sir Clive Sinclair.
A plan to send to send a couple to the moon in a 'space gun' (how they can get back is not explained) is opposed by a noisy senator and the population rebels against the gun for unspecified reasons. Despite the lovely if shaky effects and models, the film drags on it bits and the bits taken from H. G. Wells are terminally dull and preachy.
After a devastating war with the Germans, the world is broken down to a post-apocalyptic state, eventually brought back to civilisation by the 'Airmen' and their wonderfully impossible Art Deco air machines.
The scenes then switch to the future in 2036, where the population lives in a Grecian idyll (?!) in large blocks of flats with no windows and they have managed to invent flat screen televisions only 70 years after Sir Clive Sinclair.
A plan to send to send a couple to the moon in a 'space gun' (how they can get back is not explained) is opposed by a noisy senator and the population rebels against the gun for unspecified reasons. Despite the lovely if shaky effects and models, the film drags on it bits and the bits taken from H. G. Wells are terminally dull and preachy.