“Idaho Transfer” takes an extraordinary premise and places it in a nonchalant story line. Almost everything seems pedestrian and laid-back, as if time travel could be as common and ordinary as hopping on the log flume at Six Flags. The dialogue is so “wild” and “far out” that one can feel one’s self transported back to 1973 (the year Peter Fonda directed this cult classic) — I could sense my hair follicles growing longer as I watched the film. Yet, this is a movie about people traveling into the future.
“Idaho Transfer” is riveting because it is filled with unpredictable and unexpected moments. It is a cross between an idiotic mess and a brilliant masterpiece (a veritable vision). Personally, I thought it was one of the most realistic time travel flicks I have seen. I give it high praise for bringing believability to the time travel concept. The time machine itself was designed by scientists and created in a realistic-looking laboratory environment. Traveling through time in said machine was not “smooth sailing” — there were bugs in the machinery (it was the ’73 Chevy Nova of time machines), but bugs there SHOULD be in such a complex machine! Fascinating is the quick transformation from advanced civilization to the primal lava/desert future. Intense was the ending, with a final few minutes so much more exciting and interesting than the ending to a low budget flick has a right to be. The final scene brings the whole idiotic mess/brilliant vision together in a way that nobody could possibly expect. Then, just when you wonder if the ending is one of the stupidest you’ve ever seen to a film, you give it a second thought and realize — “Hey, what a ‘wild’ and ‘far out’ ending! We’ve not come too far since caveman days, and we’ve not too far to go to get to the point where we will think that 1973 was prehistoric times.” Maybe we are already at that point?
When I sat myself down to watch “Idaho Transfer” my expectations were very low — I expected to be left with an empty feeling. This film far exceeded my expectations and was literally fueled with dynamism right up to the bitter end.