Inspirada en un relato de Richard Matheson, se trata de una de las películas más famosas de los 80, en la que Christopher Reeve capitalizaba la fama obtenida gracias a su participación en Superman, mientras Jane Seymour conseguía el papel más recordado de su carrera filmica. Indispensable para los lacrimogenos resultados, el buen uso de la música de Rachmaninoff y la nóstalgica partitura compuesta por John Barry.
I have unwillingly seen this more times than I can tell. They would put this on TV in the afternoon after I got home from school. Then there's a replay at around midnight of whatever was on in the afternoon. Being an insomniac, I saw that too. Ah when life had no internet and no cable tv.
It takes an endearing actor like Reeve to make his obsessive tendencies not creepy. Took too long to get to 1912 (the way he travels there is silly), and once we were there it felt quite rushed, and I felt that had it not taken so long, we would've gotten more interaction b/w the two. Overall, it's still a pretty solid movie and had good emotional moments. I hated the way they handled him going back to the present.