All year I’ve been sitting through movies like I Am Number Four, Cowboys and Aliens, Super 8, Monsters, Skyline, Transformers 3, Battleship, Battle: Los Angeles, Green Lantern, Attack the Block, Thor… thinking, “Jeez, when is someone finally going to make a movie about an alien invasion?”
It looks like director Chris Gorak and producer Timur Bekmambetov (Wanted) have finally answered my prayers, with The Darkest Hour, from Summit Entertainment, starring Emile Hirsch and Olivia Thirlby (or as I like to call her, OLIVIA THRILLBY!). This time around, the aliens attack Moscow (they’re trying to steal our expensive whores!). The twist is, this time, the aliens are invisible! And they can see us with infrared heat vision! This new wrinkle really turns the idea on its head, doesn’t it? I mean, I’ve never seen something like that before. Except in Predator. Which they remade last year.
“ALIENS! CHICK SCIENTIST! ‘SPLOSIONS! THE MILITARY!” -Every movie for the last five years.

[HD Trailer at Apple]



Yes, but can the aliens cause spontaneous abortions with magic? Or shoot around corners? Can they cause spontaneous abortions around corners?
Why doesn’t Hollywood just reboot Astro-Zombies and kill two annoying pop-culture fads with one stone?
Apparently directing Wanted makes you a “visionary.” Who knew?
That’s it. We clearly need a missile defense fence to keep out all of these Space Mexicans.
District 9 is basically the only slightly original alien movie in forever.
Less like this, more Prawns and Sweetie Man.
Somebody had to make a movie about the Jews and their inscrutable credit rating algorithms. Amirite Timur, AMIRITE?
This sickens me so much I can’t even come up with a witty rejoinder. Maybe Ace Rimmer will pop in and save us. ;)
Step one: Watch every alien invasion movie. Learn from their mistakes.
Step two: ???
Step three: Profit!
“It looks like director Chris Gorak…”
His name isn’t Gorak, it’s Steve!
Gwyneth Paltrow will save us, the aliens can’t see her.
That’s a hell of a lot of pressure to put on a guy. Um… ehm, let’s see here… Stoke me a clipper, I’ll – ah smeg, I’ve got nothing. This looks terrible.
Predators wasn’t a remake, it was a sequel. Or prequel? It was something.
Well, can these aliens absorb the kinetic energy of my dismissive wanking? All right then!
I’m not commenting a week late; I just don’t keep track of space and time too well.