In a post nuclear Earth, survivors are hold up in a valley and have to protect themselves from mutant human beings, and each other in some cases.An AIP film from the 70s. That might just be enough to tell you what you are going to get.Stock footage.Bad voice over.Horrible direction.Bad acting.And whoever did the sound should be drummed out of the union.Everyone echoes throughout the entire movie!!

This is an amusing movie if only because it is so bad. The Geiger counter sound effect is just crinkling paper. The night time shots are done with a slight blue filter, but you can still see plain daylight. Just to make sure you don't get confused, though, a very loud soundtrack of crickets is played. The most interesting part of the movie is the luger with the 30-round clip. The understanding of radioactivity is laughable. The monster is wonderfully bad. I also enjoyed how people who are living in the aftermath of world destruction seem to be obsessed with the swimming pool and bikinis. But what the heck, break out the popcorn, your favorite intoxicating beverage, and enjoy the badness of this movie!

Even without a nuclear holocaust which annihilates most of the world's population from what little we see of the valley estate that Neil Fletcher has built nothing seems to have changed for 800+ plus year in 2889. Why the title? This could have been 1972 for all we see.Fletcher is the ultimate survivalist and he's got a compound for himself and daughter Charla Doherty and her fiancé who never shows up. But some others do and no one would pick this bunch to reboot the human race.With the possible exception of Paul Petersen who was now out of work after leaving the Donna Reed Show where he was king of teen idols in the early to middle 60s on television. Like so many other careers Petersen's tanked after his television show ended its run. I well remember him from my youth he was a lot like Tom Cruise. And maybe had he come along a generation later he might have had the career Cruise has had. Petersen is the hero here and is the best hope for survival with this crew.In The Year 2889 doesn't even bother to pretend it wasn't totally ripped off from Roger Corman's The Day The World Ended. If you're familiar with that you know what happens here.Terrible acting, completely plagiarized and production values that are better in a Film 101 class, what's to like here besides Paul Petersen's hunkiness.

Despite the film's title, in the year 1967, a nuclear holocaust erupts, leaving a young lady (Doherty) and her retired naval officer father Fletcher in one of the very few unaffected areas of the U.S. It seems Fletcher had been prepping for the big day and deliberately built his home in a valley that is surrounded by lead and has an updraft that prevents radiation from falling on them. What he didn't foresee was the endless parade of interlopers who keep knocking on the door! He is reluctant to let them in but Doherty is either lonely, since her fiancé was lost in the destruction, or otherwise feels obligated to take the others in. This despite the fact that the strangers include a common thug (Feagin), his stripper girlfriend (O'Hara), a local drunk (Thurman), a chain-smoking young man (Peterson) and his radiation-drenched brother (Anderson)! The seven, seemingly sole survivors on earth, set up housekeeping at Fletcher's pad, but have trouble getting along and also frequently fret about whether it will rain or not, thus dousing them with deadly radiation. Fletcher waddles around with a detector, checking to make sure everything is under 50. As the static, trite (this was based on a 1955 film script called "The Day the World Ended") film continues, Peterson, who hasn't brought a change of clothes but seems to have brought a year's supply of Lucky Strikes, and Fletcher speculate about their fate and, fortunately for the male audience members, open up the pool so that the ladies can have a swim! Sadly, there's a hideous deformed mutant living in the woods who likes to watch them. Also, Anderson becomes increasingly odd, craving raw meat and lurching around the woods in search of it. The personal relationships begin to unravel just as the mutant decides to start killing people, but, predictably, there is still an Adam and Eve left at the end. Former child-star Peterson gives a stilted, dull, expressionless performance in the film. He wouldn't move much at all if it weren't for his nonstop cigarette smoking. What's sad is that he is one of the better actors! O'Hara adds some much-needed pulchritude and zip to this bland affair and Doherty isn't too bad, though she's a far cry from her role as a wise-cracking preteen in "Take Her, She's Mine." The badge of acting dishonor has to go to the sleep-inducing awfulness of Fletcher, who is given far too much to say and do in the film. His type should always be relegated to a supporting role. Anderson is actually quite ruggedly-handsome if not for his radiation scars and his penchant for going out in the woods to eat animals raw! It's a tacky, $4.13 production with occasional unintentional laughs, but not enough of them to warrant sitting through it.