Toomorrow
THOUGH the new movie TOOMORROW certainly won’t be breaking any cinema records or getting anyone’s vote as “Film of the Year,” it is nevertheless a clean, harmless light-hearted picture that provides 90 minutes’ pleasant enough entertainment.
Indeed, it doesn’t even set out to win any awards. All it does is to present a new soft-drink-type pop group called Toomorrow, made up of three likeable lads and a remarkably pretty, leggy girl called Olivia Newton-John.
What seems to have annoyed most of the critics is the rather silly story that has been woven around the group. For it seems that, up in Space. creatures from another planet have been picking up good vibrations from the group’s efforts and their man on Earth, Roy Dotrice, is ordered to whisk the pop foursome up into Space to meet them.
It appears, you see, that the creatures prefer Toomorrow’s type of music to their own computerised sounds, and a whole pop concert ends up being transported into Outer Space an idea of which you may, or may not, approve!
As I say, it is rather a silly story.