Almanac, About a Time Traveler Who Takes Advantage of a Sports Almanac From the Future, Reminds Us of Something…
I have’t exactly been waiting around with bated breath to find out the plot of the upcoming Michael Bay-produced Almanac. As you can imagine, the sort of film Bay gets involved in doesn’t really fall under our umbrella of interest here at The Mary Sue, unless of course there’s something crazy going on like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles being turned into aliens or Bay attempting to defend the dignity of Transformers.
But while I may not be into the filmography of Michael Bay, I am into the Back to the Future trilogy. So when it turns out that the plot of Almanac, found footage flick produced by Bay’s Platinum Dunes production company, involves a teenage boy finding a time machine and a sports almanac and using the pair of them to make a bunch of money? You’re darn right that captures my attention.
Bleeding Cool, which has a “friend” somehow privy info on the film, provides us with this basic summary:
The lead character, David, is a smart kid in high school but he’s finding dating hard. He’s drawn to Jessie, the typical popular girl, and decides that he’ll try to attract her by winning the science fair, and the college scholarship that will net him. Bless.
David’s late father was a scientist and so he looks through his Dad’s stuff for ideas – and he finds two things of note. One gives him the ability to time travel… and the other is a sports almanac. Anybody who has seen Back to the Future 2 can guess where this is headed.
Two more of David’s friends travel back through time with him to abuse the almanac. Timelines get messed with, we learn more about David’s Dad’s research and there’s apparently a couple of pretty big twists…
Frankly, I’d be about ten times more excited about this (I love me some time travel, and the almanac concept from Back to the Future Part II is cool enough to warrant its own movie, I think) if it weren’t for Bay’s name being attached. As it is I just wonder where they’re going to fit in all the explosions.
I’m imagining some sort of shaky-cam, low-res camcorder footage of our trio of heroes running from an angry mob of sports enthusiasts when… BOOM! A nearby car explodes in a glossy 3D fireball completely visually inconsistent with the rest of the film. And then the same thing happens to a mailbox. And a bicyclist. Maybe a tree or two. And then: Silence. The Michael Bay explosion quota has been filled… for now.
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