Fantastic Voyage

This 1966 epic is still fun even though much has dated. It’s almost like one of those cliff- hanging serials of the 30’s where our heroes face one death-dealing menace after another, except here the crew gets injected into the mad scientist, and have to swim their way out. And instead of “Ming the Merciless”, the villains are named “white corpuscles”, “roving anti- bodies”, and “dropped scissors”! Yeah, we get an insiders’ tour of the upper reaches of the human anatomy courtesy miniaturization, and I’ve long been grateful that the injury was not to the alimentary canal, which would have produced a whole different movie maybe one person would have paid to see. The biggest attraction, both literally and figuratively, is Raquel Welch fresh from her triumph in One Million BC (1966) where we learned that even cavemen could design great uplift support. Now, thanks to Voyage’s futuristic vision, we learn that some of life’s really important things will, yes, continue to hang in there.

Anyway, I thought the script tipped its hand too early once the one guy starts talking about evolution and atoms as some kind of ultimates. Anyone from the Cold War era knows only commies talk like that and that real Americans know things come from the higher Master Builder. But after looking at this model of our insides resembling the hallways of Disney’s Haunted Mansion, maybe a new blueprint is in order. I’m just glad that great old pro’s like Kennedy and O’Brien got one more payday before the winds of counter-cultural 1967 swept their generation aside. This may not be their finest hour, but the voyage up the nose and through the ear, or something like that, is sure as heck a lot more fun than my highschool biology class. Maybe not as scary, but at least more fun.