Do yourself a favor and just go watch the original movie again.
I remember 1954’s Creature from the Black Lagoon as one my favorite monster movies and , as a kid, shedding tears when the titular creature seemingly sinks dead into the deep. I had high hopes that Di Filippo’s Time’s Black Lagoon would evoke some of that classic horror movie nostalgia – after all the Universal Monsters imprint is on the book’s back cover – and thrill us with some classic Gill-Man chills.
Unfortunately, this one doesn’t go there, and is, in my opinion, a disappointment.
The plot is simply overwrought, needlessly convoluted, and stretches believability even for a monster book. Essentially, planet Earth is succumbing to global warming, leading the book’s main character to – and this is quite a jump -- determine that humanity’s best hope of survival lies in genetically engineering humans into mermen so they can live in the rising seas. Luckily for our leading scientist, Professor Tarquin Hasselrude just happens to be in the lecture hall audience to hear his proposal and suggests using the fabled Gill-Man from the Black Lagoon as a “much-needed” template for the gene splicing. But alas, that Gill-Man is long dead.
Not to worry! Because the lead character’s best friend has just developed a time machine – using, of all things, an ipod -- so said scientist and his girlfriend can go back in time 350 million years to snag a living Gill-Man from the Devonian age. Further tangling the story, there are now two off-shoots of Gill-Men: good, intelligent ones – who conveniently have mental powers, like telepathy, so we can avoid all that messy ‘how-in-the-world’ would 350 million-year old aquamen communicate with two time-travelling hipsters – and the bad, mutated, Coarsened Ones, (i.e. the Gill-Man from the movie I loved). Outside the Prologue, the first group doesn’t appear ‘til the 100 page mark and the actual bad ones – not until after page 200.
So it takes a while to get this far …
In contrast to the plot, the characters are vapid. Our scientist, Brice, is about as brave and clever as milquetoast and whiney. When he learns that the Gill-Men are not ancestral humans – but aliens (from outer space mind you!) – he throws a hissy fit because “alien” DNA somehow won’t fit into his scheme to give people gills. BUT YOU DISCOVERED ALIENS FOR GOODNESS SAKE! (And time travel, too, a few pages back). Seriously … that’s like two sci-fi ‘Holy Grails’ … check … and check. If I find outer-space aliens … boom! … speech at Smithsonian … then drop the mike.
As I’ve said before, I hate writing negative reviews so I’ll just stop here. As a Georgia native, I did appreciate Di Filippo’s inclusion of a number of local haunts – including Georgia Tech and Pine Mountain – and the book does pick-up quite a bit in the last three chapters (which honestly should have been the heart of the novel). But even the end is missed opportunity. The scientists seem to cure the syndrome that created the Coarsened Ones … so if the Coarsened Ones were all cured, then how did the Creature from the Black Lagoon emerge in the Amazon in 1954? The book has spent more than one page worrying over nature of time paradoxes, but then skips the one that could have hit the finale with a bang … and tied the tale back to its namesake movie?
Ugh … so disappointing.