What keeps Thunder Force from falling to pieces is that it’s just so pleasantly affable.

Something of an interstellar Lord of the Flies, after a somewhat rushed and lumpy start Neil Burger’s science fiction thriller Voyagers rights the ship and ends up traveling to an emotionally satisfying place.

Their face-off is a violently over-the-top slug-fest that lands the majority of its punches, and the ultimate victors are audiences who purchased a ring-side ticket to see these two warriors slug it out in the pursuit of apex predator supremacy.

Nobody whacked me square in the face. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Cosmic Sin never comes together, drifting in space like a misbegotten artifact of a bygone filmmaking era its makers seem to be going purposefully out of their way to emulate as poorly as they possibly can.

The Courier feels authentic, and that’s what matters, Wynne’s everyman journey into the unimaginable the trip of a lifetime.

Slaxx slays, and I can’t wait to size it up again sometime soon.

The creaky story leaves too much to be desired, Stay Out of the Attic a depraved psychotic freak-out built upon a weak foundation that’s constantly on the verge of collapse.

It’s hard to imagine a more forgettable piece of sci-fi hooey than Chaos Walking.