Having read everything E.R. Burroughs ever penned, Derbyshire probably didn't care too much for Peter John “Johnny” Weissmuller's 1942 interpretation of Tarzan's New York Adventure. The movie had extremely little to do with what Burroughs conceived (they did use similarities, like the names Tarzan and Jane Porter), but when Weissmuller takes that dive off the Brooklyn Bridge, I could almost feel the wind and hear it roar in my ears. Exhilarating, watching him grow tinier and tinier, ending with that splash, so far below -- and then you realize that this is where so many have gone to commit suicide, and from a much lower level of the bridge. Our heroic Olympic Gold Medallist (five of ‘em), of course, rises unscathed.

Inspired by grief, the Time Traveler builds his machine, and goes back the necessary few months to change the event. The intelligent viewer will wonder at this point how the Time Traveler avoids meeting himself... but his is not a movie for inquiring minds.

A philosophical issue, not a scientific problem. Everybody these days has the dreaded "Time Paradox" on their mind, and this is simply an idea -- sorta like science fiction.

Well, let's see. 15 paragraphs saying I should miss it, from someone who hates movies anyway.

Sounds like a must-see to me!

Welp. Back to the furure,
Dan