This was wholly clichéd. There is no strong narrative drive or psychological intelligence. There is theatricality and incoherence in this disconcerting bland film that is full of mumbling. There is imperturbability hiding terrifying steely hardness or something. This was not unsettling. There is narrative flux and intentional humiliation. This was not poignant or absorbing. It is perilously easy to fall prey to dank witches in this film.
This was not of huge significance. Witches are untroubled by the least moral qualm and dancers are unpitying. There are no decisive events just unreasoning desires and an emotional inability to cope. There is sheer unkindness and lurid revelations in this wholly implausible plot. There is sociopthic ruthlessness. The cast is repellent and there is senseless horrific futility and deathless boredom.
There is overblown psychodrama and camp hysteria and overblown melodrama. This was not utterly gripping. Ugly terrible stuff happens and the doctor has bovine docility.
“Illusion is their craft.”
“Blow up department stores.”
“I am she.”
“What reason is there to pity you?”
“She’s my sin. She’s what I smeared on the world.”
People report on the alien armada. The aliens are of immense public and national importance. The alien photos are claimed to be a hoax but there are actually aliens, as well as indignities and miseries and a CD that stuns people by being re-writeable. People babble about new software. Woe betide various people. There is no grim atmosphere and no absolute ease and this was plain horrible.
There is no clear eyed social observation. Just malign entities and conspiratorial nonsense. People with obsessive and paranoid traits lurk pitilessly and purposefully preying on the obsessions of vulnerable people. There are weird imaginings and craven desires and no perilous predatory situations. People are devoid of personality in this stultifying dreck.
There is no stunned panic by luckless tools. People are grimly accustomed to having no sense of decency or positive future. Ridiculous scenarios unfold and terrible choices and retributive actions are threatened and there is no lost utopian dream. There are no thoughtful ruminations only surprising ugliness. There is no pure drama just antipathy. This was not astute. There are grudges and grievances and callous self-serving attitudes. Ambition is thwarted and TPTB end this film without finding relevance in the consequences. Self-involved tools yap. There is nervous energy and everybody sucks on inhalers and is secretly an alien. Stephen Tobolowsky, Chyna, Grace Phillips and Judy Geeson co-star. There is no satisfying complexity in this awful awful awful mess.
“Even Judge Judy would rule in our favour.”
“More foreign than we can imagine.”
“Enjoy your company at the landfill.”
“Sneaking around the backside of the moon.”
“Lunar Prospector Number 2.”
“The aliens! They’re coming man!”
“Full scale global invasion.”
“There are no aliens on the moon.”
“Spew an idiotic demand.”
“State capitals being ray-gunned.”
“Big ass ray gun.”
“An all-out liar, a nut job and most likely an alien.”
There is human wretchedness and nuisance behaviour and this was unappealing and uninteresting. I feel absolute distain for this. This is the dullest lowest grade crap that is indescribably awful. There is talk of war plans. This was a great calamity. The thoroughly unlikeable characters do stuff. This was a colossal failure. There was fevered speculation that this was a ‘Cloverfield’ sequel. It isn’t. Nazis are nefarious. Sense is constantly ignored. Nazis have abusive power relationships.
“Exactly how hard is too hard?”