In a quasi-reprisal of his role in Encino Man, Brendan Fraser plays a man from the past who's forced to adjust to life in contemporary California. But instead of being frozen in ice for centuries before emerging to befriend badly permed costar Pauly Shore, Fraser has, since his birth there at the height of the Cuban Missile Crisis, been raised in a bomb shelter before emerging to befriend badly permed costar Alicia Silverstone. The first 20 minutes of Blast From The Past, in which the film actually does something with its central concept, aren't that bad. Christopher Walken and Sissy Spacek are amusing as Fraser's parents, and some of the contrasts between their time-capsule-like existence and the world above them register a bit. But once Fraser reaches the surface and begins romancing the pouty, charmless Silverstone, all that falls by the wayside. It would essentially be the same movie if Fraser were from another planet, which says something about the complexity of Blast From The Past's social satire. There's something a little bit creepy and Dole-like about the notion that 35 years ago, everything was good and pure and right (except for that whole Cold War mess), while today, everything has become debased and confusing. Even the reliable Dave Foley can't get his head above the junk playing Silverstone's token, sexless gay best friend. Blast From The Past does, in a strange twist, guarantee its own place in a time capsule: A scene set in something called "Club '40s" assures that it will someday be included in a "Films Of The Swing Revival" retrospective. (Eastgate, Point, South Towne)