 This reminds me of that whole genre of short
science fiction stories where the entire purpose of the narrative is to set things for up the last few lines. Such stories can be clever, but they are to literature as a sherbet lemon is to a steak. The
measure of such a story's literary worth must be this: if you cut off the last few lines, is anything left?
This movie takes the germ of a good idea and then swaddles it in trashy teenage sci-fi. And no, if
you remove the denouement from this movie it has no other merits on which to survive. I won't dignify the vacuous 'story' by picking holes in it, but I guess the 12A rating is suggestive of how
low the sights were set. It's a shame the central idea (not crop circles, dummy) wasn't explored, and surely the tale could have been better told without the 'X Files' trappings.
And whatever happened to originality? Hasn't M N Shambolic seen 'The Day of The Triffids'? SO HAVE WE! Sighs. |
