Thought I'd get Prawns but instead I got a Turkey!

Rating: 1/10 (15 September 2009)

God where do I start? This film was the pits, the critics must have had a communal lobotomy before viewing it. I am still smarting at myself for not hurdling out of the theater after ten minutes.
Director Neil Blog-pamphlet depicts Aliens in the slums of Johansabourg, they are nicely drawn by Weta (film's only redeeming feature). Annoying, squeaky local Saffa, Derek Trousers, is hired to oust said Alens from their slums. The documentary crew (conviently disbanded when the film goes south) catch all the allegorical apartheid exchanges with the Aliens. Wow what political subtext, un-solidly reinforced by the schoolboy idea about Aliens being addicted to cat-food.
Man eventually spills black fluid on himself, turns into Alien, film gets worse, Nigerians Lord it in the slums minus acting ability, bloke next to me is texting, weapons get shot, Aliens behave like humans, I'm longing for it to be over, Mother ship's engine starts, film ends, I'm far from satisfied, no refund from disinterested cashier, I go home with a flea in my ear.