Brainless stream of consciousness "UFO documentary" seemingly written by a flying saucer enthusiast completely lit on potent St. John's Wort who had just tripped out to a book on astronomy. The film is literally 80 minutes of an enthusiastic narrator babbling utterly jumbled up saucer speak or future shock pep talk nonstop while endearingly low-tech space visuals play out.
Lots of abstract space art scenes, shoebox diorama model shots, and NASA clips hurtle by while the narrator continues on and on. Most of the visuals have nothing to do with the narration, amounting to a bizarre form of retro-futurist science fiction without any narrative. In fact the movie might have worked better without the narration, which serves to only devolve the effort into space kitsch.
I have a taste for such things, yet can remember no individual moment, claim, fact or insight in the whole proceedings that stood out as memorable. My conclusion at the time was that it is a perfect movie to have on while you are doing other things. Any given stretch of it is as good as any other so you can drift in and out while doing the dishes, working on your taxes, playing Quake II, avoiding social media, or just binge-dowloading brain dead crap like it off Archive. Org.
Yes the documentary sucks, and whatever color the film had is sadly washed out on mighty Interglobal Video's surviving VHS print. But in my opinion is still more enjoyable to have on than the news, Dr. Pol, Storage Wars, Ancient Aliens twaddle, or Snoop Dog & Martha Stewart making sandwiches. What *do* people watch these days, and why?? Best news is that this is night but one of five such epic tomes crafted by the great Wheeler Dixon, an artist and film theoretician who may have been putting one over on everyone. Hope he made some money off the efforts.
By choosing this you will learn nothing about UFOs, government conspiracies, secretive alien activities or insight into life in the future. Viewers with a taste for cinematic kitsch will at least enjoy the musical score which concludes with a soaring Beatles-like instrumental that made me wonder if it's that band Klaatu (nope: Jim Cookman is the credited unknown composer, wish we could hear more).
I'll concede that the music alone is not strong enough to carry the film, but is odd enough to make sections of the film more enjoyable for those who despise contemporary commercialized pop entertainment forms. A good application for the film might be as a visual projection during a DJ party. Just turn the sound off, jam the music mix and let the shifting images roll by. Even people who aren't stoned will dig that.
Lots of abstract space art scenes, shoebox diorama model shots, and NASA clips hurtle by while the narrator continues on and on. Most of the visuals have nothing to do with the narration, amounting to a bizarre form of retro-futurist science fiction without any narrative. In fact the movie might have worked better without the narration, which serves to only devolve the effort into space kitsch.
I have a taste for such things, yet can remember no individual moment, claim, fact or insight in the whole proceedings that stood out as memorable. My conclusion at the time was that it is a perfect movie to have on while you are doing other things. Any given stretch of it is as good as any other so you can drift in and out while doing the dishes, working on your taxes, playing Quake II, avoiding social media, or just binge-dowloading brain dead crap like it off Archive. Org.
Yes the documentary sucks, and whatever color the film had is sadly washed out on mighty Interglobal Video's surviving VHS print. But in my opinion is still more enjoyable to have on than the news, Dr. Pol, Storage Wars, Ancient Aliens twaddle, or Snoop Dog & Martha Stewart making sandwiches. What *do* people watch these days, and why?? Best news is that this is night but one of five such epic tomes crafted by the great Wheeler Dixon, an artist and film theoretician who may have been putting one over on everyone. Hope he made some money off the efforts.
By choosing this you will learn nothing about UFOs, government conspiracies, secretive alien activities or insight into life in the future. Viewers with a taste for cinematic kitsch will at least enjoy the musical score which concludes with a soaring Beatles-like instrumental that made me wonder if it's that band Klaatu (nope: Jim Cookman is the credited unknown composer, wish we could hear more).
I'll concede that the music alone is not strong enough to carry the film, but is odd enough to make sections of the film more enjoyable for those who despise contemporary commercialized pop entertainment forms. A good application for the film might be as a visual projection during a DJ party. Just turn the sound off, jam the music mix and let the shifting images roll by. Even people who aren't stoned will dig that.
