Tartarus

The whole point of a film is to entertain. To keep ones interest you should be able to follow the plot and this includes being able to hear the lines being spoken. On this occasion the soundtrack and effects were loud, but when anyone ever said anything the sound level dropped a few notches, which meant me continually paying around with the remote control. There was a lot of screaming from the main character and this was also at full pelt.

A man is kidnapped by a UFO and experimented on. (Hence his screams). The film plays in flashback to explain why he is in the predicament that he finds himself.

Acting is of the Amateur dramatic variety and the special effects are poor. There is a lot of CGI, but not good CGI and looks quite cartoon ish and maybe this was the desired effect.

Sorry, but I struggled to engage with this one.

It would be easy to dismiss this film. Journeyman CGI effects, erratic editing, sets decoration that consists primarily of trash bags, acting that veers between being ham-fisted or semi-comatose, and a schizophrenic plot all contribute to a so-bad-it's-good classification. What piqued my interest was the perceived philosophical intent. The movie switches gears about a third of the way through, going from a lurid torture-on-a-UFO plotline to something more spiritual. Dave Wascavage attempts to bring his own existential view of life to the screen, one that seems to blend an affection for alien abduction theories with a Karma-inspired what-comes-around-goes-around worldview with Catholic overtones. The movie is still technically bad, but it goes to an interesting place near the end. Enjoy the technical ineptitude but be pleasantly surprised by the higher meaning offered up.