Film

Journey to the Center of the Earth

Name: Journey to the Center of the Earth
Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Family
Released: 1959
Cast: James Mason, Arlene Dahl, Pat Boone, Peter Ronson, Thayer David

This is Jules Verne filtered through Technicolor CinemaScope and pure 1950s showmanship: professors, duck-hats, singing cowboys, and a giant lizard in a rubber mohawk standing in for prehistoric monsters. James Mason anchors the nonsense with real gravitas while Pat Boone croons his way down a volcano. It's matinee spectacle at its most wide-eyed — earnest, overlong, occasionally silly, and thoroughly charming if you meet it on its own terms.

TMDb rating

6.9

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