This has to be one of the dullest, most boring, un-involving, un-exciting, anti-climactic science fiction films I've ever seen.
Absolutely nothing happens. There is no spectacular space combat. The fighters shoot down enemy bogies as if they were being guided by 90 year old grandpas out on a sunday drive. The capital ships lumber past one another, and shoot missiles which take enough time to plot a course to another universe to make impact. The enemy ships seem to be woefully under-armed, unable to defeat a cruiser even when its shields are off and it's at point blank range.
The aliens themselves are a bunch of stupid looking moggies, whose 'fur' actually shines in that way only plastic can. when they open their mouths it's an embarrassing display of how not to make a puppet, looking as they do like ventriloquist dummies.
Now there is some sort of plot. Apparently. It's made up in about the first five minutes, and never referred to again. Characters hint at every now and then, but every time they seem to get somewhere director Roberts make sure they keep quiet. Thusly, the 'tension' we are supposed to feel is just a banal experience of watching the village idiot who plays the lead role of Blair going 'Quadrant six eight two niner has impact sector dialisys E type! Am making a vector K one eight four zero manoeuvre to try and save ship' - as if it's supposed to be 'intelligent' dialogue.
While not as unwatchable as other video game to film movies such as Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat, this once again reinforces the notion that this whole transfer genre is just a really bad idea that's doomed to failure.
Absolutely nothing happens. There is no spectacular space combat. The fighters shoot down enemy bogies as if they were being guided by 90 year old grandpas out on a sunday drive. The capital ships lumber past one another, and shoot missiles which take enough time to plot a course to another universe to make impact. The enemy ships seem to be woefully under-armed, unable to defeat a cruiser even when its shields are off and it's at point blank range.
The aliens themselves are a bunch of stupid looking moggies, whose 'fur' actually shines in that way only plastic can. when they open their mouths it's an embarrassing display of how not to make a puppet, looking as they do like ventriloquist dummies.
Now there is some sort of plot. Apparently. It's made up in about the first five minutes, and never referred to again. Characters hint at every now and then, but every time they seem to get somewhere director Roberts make sure they keep quiet. Thusly, the 'tension' we are supposed to feel is just a banal experience of watching the village idiot who plays the lead role of Blair going 'Quadrant six eight two niner has impact sector dialisys E type! Am making a vector K one eight four zero manoeuvre to try and save ship' - as if it's supposed to be 'intelligent' dialogue.
While not as unwatchable as other video game to film movies such as Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat, this once again reinforces the notion that this whole transfer genre is just a really bad idea that's doomed to failure.