Oh, come on

Rating: 1/10 (10 August 2017)

If you want tension stick your fingers in an electrical socket. If you want to feel on the edge of your seat, sit on the edge of a chair. But just don't watch this soulless sackful of sour grapes.
This is as subtle as 'american' can get. This is entertainment for the intellectually debilitated brats of the smartphone era. No nuanced performances from any of the 'performers' at any point of this catatonic attempt at breakdance. You just gotta love the protagonist grunting and panting and sighing and gasping and heaving and huffing and puffing and grasping for air all the same perfectly made up with no smudged mascara.
If you absolutely must, make sure you bring a trashy newspaper or read a magazine in the meantime, no need to pay close attention to the on screen action, this is Brazilian soap opera pacing at its best. With acting to match.
Oh, if that weren't enough, the 'story' blows, too, like the alien 'ship' set on fire with a makeshift molotov cocktail which just happened to lie about on a car seat in the last scene.