Saturday night I found myself in a popcorn-selling establishment that also shows movies and as I am known to, I purchased a ticket for one of the newest films out this week. To my everlasting regret, I chose Skyline. Now, you may have thought this movie had something to do with Cincinnati's famous chili, but you'd be wrong. I wish I'd gotten twenty dollars worth of piping hot chili and poured it into my eyes instead of watching this cinematic bowel movement. I would have fonder memories of that experience.
Now, I'm a fan of The Brothers' Strause work on such fine films as Constantine and 300, but in their previous efforts, they had no say as to the script or acting direction. The producers of Skyline must have done some very bad things with some very young boys and had the good Brothers get photos to gain access to the director's chair.
If you took an illiterate 14 year old game master, gave him the Rifts core book and a copy of Call of Cthulhu (the short story) and told him to run an alien invasion game based on those two books, loaded him up with mescaline and a brain tumor, you'd have a better story-telling experience than the one the Strauses delivered for 10 million dollars. Unfortunately, it seems to have paid for itself in the opening weekend, so we'll probably see another one next year.