Innerspace 4K 1987 Ultra HD 2160p

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American pilot Lieutenant Tak Pendleton takes part in an experiment in which he is shrunk to a very small size and, in a submarine-like craft, explores the inside of a rabbit. But techno-terrorists ruin all plans and steal the syringe containing the miniature Tak. By mistake, the contents of the syringe end up in the body of hypochondriac Jack Patter. Now the terrorists begin hunting for the unsuspecting Jack. The only one who can help him is Tak’s girlfriend, journalist Lydia.

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What did I dream of as a child? Let me think. When I was seven, I would open the window, gaze at the night sky, and marvel—marvel at the stars, at the beautiful moon, the moon illuminated by its beloved sun. I was struck by this beautiful nighttime spectacle, and all the hardships and troubles that swirled in my head vanished instantly. There was only us—the illuminated moon, the sky, and me. I gazed eagerly at the heavens, imagining images of uncharted planets, those I knew of. I also imagined something else: a fantastical space inhabited by amusing aliens, to whom we are just as funny and curious. Years have passed, but in my thoughts I still return to the past, pondering the unattainable. Damn it! I open the window again (years later), forgetting my age, and gaze into the distance. What do I see? The sky. What do I dream of? The universe. What do I know about it? Nothing. At seven, I knew less about the sky, the stars, and the universe than I do now, but even now my understanding is limited; at that age, I didn’t even know about my own internal anatomy, but Steven Spielberg opened my eyes even before I began studying biology in high school. What that amazing sci-fi director showed me made a special contribution to the development of my imagination. The inner world. There are no boundaries; we can all imagine something special, free ourselves from the shackles of logic, and break down the barriers of conventional thinking—just as the movie "Innerspace" did in its time.

I watched “Innerspace” when I was seven, while it was raining outside, and the weather didn’t bode well for the next day—at least, that’s what the dark clouds were saying. On top of everything else, gloomy September had firmly established itself as the master of dreary weather. After finishing my homework, I turned on the TV; my parents were at work, so I was left completely alone—a state I sometimes simply adore. I turned on a regular TV channel that was airing Steven Spielberg’s latest film. I was already familiar with the director’s work—or rather, I had previously seen his other film, *Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark*. I wasn’t a movie buff back then, but the director’s big name made me watch “Innerspace” all the way through, and I was captivated, though I couldn’t fully appreciate all the creators’ efforts and hard work, since I wasn’t a movie buff at the time. One thing I know for sure: the spectacle was frightening, mesmerizing, and deeply intriguing; what I saw left a lasting impression. And along with the main character (who, as I noted to myself at the time, looked a lot like Tom Cruise), I got to know the inner world of a person—the world that belonged to Martin Short’s character—and thanks to his inner world, I learned a lot about my own. Wonderful! That’s the short version. Taku and Jack’s adventures will help you unwind.

I cannot and have no right to decide for everyone, but I can confidently recommend the film to all science fiction fans and dreamers. To my kindred spirits.

Years later, my fondness for the film hasn’t changed, even though the plot, as before, seems simple. The film tells the story of one man’s adventure inside another’s body—such a naive yet interesting plot device. Everything I couldn’t analyze in the past, I can articulate now. Martin Short displays excellent comedic talent, while Dennis Quaid is appropriately charismatic and delivers the high-quality acting performance that a protagonist should possess. Add to all this the lovely Meg Ryan, who hasn’t yet embarked (but is just a step away) on the path of romantic comedies like *You’ve Got Mail*, and we get an excellent ensemble cast. The villains look a bit comical, with their goals and plans, but they are portrayed by people just as talented as the main characters, which is a good thing. The special effects have faded over the years, but they don’t look off-putting; on the contrary, they have a certain charm that reminds us of how films were made in the eighties—with a modest budget, but skillfully and masterfully, because the creators took everything to heart.

Probably, just as I, an ordinary viewer, received their creation with awe and love, so they did their best, putting a piece of their imagination and soul into “Innerspace.”

What am I dreaming of right now? Many things. What do I want? To make my dreams come true, to discover myself and the world around me. To visit distant lands, to keep gazing at the stars. And also to fly, to find myself at the heart of my beloved girlfriend, just as Denis Quaid’s character was close to the eyeball of his host, and, touching this colossal “life-support unit,” to say: “I love you,” even if the only reply is: “Boom-knock-knock-knock.” The naive dreams of a simple man, a movie lover, a dreamer who, though he tries to keep himself in check, sometimes finds his mind and thoughts floating in the clouds. And it was precisely Steven Spielberg’s fantastical world that sparked my imagination, my dreams, and my desire to bring my ideals and thoughts to life—and later, to books and other films. Considering all this, the creators of this film deserve praise, and in my mind, I erect monuments to these visionaries. What do we dream of? Of the desired and the unknown. What draws us in and intrigues us? The unknown.