The film “The Time Machine” questions the ability of time travel. If a time machine did exist now, I would hop in there and go back and get my hour-and-a-half in the theater back.

The film is directed by Simon Wells, a descendant of the imaginative author H.G. Wells. Studios thought that Simon may have more of that imaginative blood coursing through his veins.

Instead, Simon Wells decides to treat his great-grandfather’s work like trash. Jared’s Subway diary has more emotional substance than this film.

The film even elected to cut corners by using the script from the 1960 version of “The Time Machine.”

With the millions of dollars that are put into each film, one would think they could afford to pay a hack writer a $100,000 for a decent script.

Instead, the studio opted for a film that is beautiful on the surface but has dog crap beneath it. The premise to this debacle is time travel.

When a scientist’s would-be wife is murdered, he invents a time machine to change the events of the past. But the past is fickle in its ways and the scientist cannot preserve his girlfriend’s life. Guy Pearce, who plays the disgruntled scientist, was better when he had no short-term memory in “Memento” than in his newest role.

The good scientist attempts to answer the question that nobody asked, “why can’t I change the past?” So he travels to the future. In the future he meets up with Vox, played by Orlando Jones.

Tragically, Jones gives the best performance of the film and you feel more for this non-human character than the others. Vox, with his infinite knowledge of the past, cannot give an answer to time travel and why we’re unable to change the past. So the scientist heads further into the future.

Long story short, the world gets wrecked after the moon is destroyed. When humans finally rebound, there’s a division in species and there are humans and morlocks.

The morlocks live underground and come up only to murder humans and use their body parts for their survival. Jeremy Irons is Uber-Morlock, the leader of the underground society. He controls humans’ thoughts to keep them under his white thumb.

Irons works hard to be a feared character in the film. It’s a shame though that he has about 10 minutes of screen time to his name. What happened to the scientist and his dead girlfriend? By then you could give a rat’s pajamas about anything or anyone in the film.

Your best bet is to time travel to the part where the screen fades to black and the credits for this slap-in-the-face begin rolling.

Could Jared please put the Hollywood morons who produced this film on six inches of honey wheat bread and devour them?