Oh, yes, we all catch the joke, so what! Sci-fi movies from the fifties filled our young years and we don't mind watching them again from time to time. A tribute could never be out of place, then, unless somebody decides to make a tribute just for the sake of it. The absolute stupidity of this film is based on the belief that you actually can transform a standard script of a fifties sci-fi B-movie in a frozen modern film and let the irony do the talking by itself. Like a digital watch on a caveman's wrist. All the impact is laid upon mimicking the whole set of big all clichés in antics and acting so we can bask in how ahead of those times we are now and how we lost our innocence to technology and advanced digital FX. Well, the results are lame, to say the least. Just a boring ninety minutes movie, so bad in argument and character that it would have us switching channels in our black and white TV even back when we were kids. Again... to the producers and the director: we all catch the joke, now please tell us something we don't know.
Review of Alien Trespass
