By the time this dour, allegorical odyssey ends, you'll feel as if you're the one who's been turned to dust, or at least granite. Trumpeting itself as being "based on a 'Playhouse 90' presentation of a Rod Serling teleplay," the film proves that some past achievements are
better left achieved. Failing to improve on the small-scale original, this revamp lavishes contemporary production values on badly dated moralizing. It's 2215, several years after Earth's apocalypse. A new order exists in a drought-plagued universe in which Earth has been reduced to a depopulated,
barren wasteland, mined for scrap metal by Native-American "drivers" and ruled by white "dwellers." E...