Time Runner is absolute sin, the film's paradoxical forces so strong they seep through the fourth wall and manage to manipulate real life. How else do you explain the film's theatrical poster, in which Mark Hamill sports a healthy-looking moustache yet on-screen looks like a stubbled Willem Dafoe? Sadly for our star, this Terminator-in-space bootleg is one deep trough after the next as he loses his lines in a void of Gouraud-rendered pointlessness. Like most inanimate pieces of meat, Hamill and his co-stars show us (with metabolic efficiency) just how spoiled something can become in 90 minutes.
Review of Time Runner
