A puerile combination of Escape from Planet X and sophomoric philosophy.

Rating: 2/10 (20 February 1999)

It is nice to know that we differ from the strangers who are trying to steal our very essence (just as those faceless, godless mongolian hordes were, according to Max Rafferty, one-time California Superintendent of Education, trying to steal our education) not in what goes on "up here," as John says tapping his head, but what is going on elsewhere. I assume John is referring to a location somewhere near the area of the groin.
This a puerile attempt at allegory dependent on anthropomorphism. The zenith (or nadir) of the ridiculous is embodied in a limping, almost inarticulate Kiefer Sutherland. The strangers seem a cross between ultra-orthodox Jews and escapees from Planet X. They can fly, put people to sleep with a wave of a hand, yet carry knives to do their dirty work. Perhaps Chicago Cutlery helped finance the film. Poor old Ian R.! Destroyed by Rufus. Youth conquers age again. Goody.