It's pleasing to know that Hollywood can still turn out "so bad it's good" classics up there with Robot Monster or Glen or Glenda? This is one of a recent rash of crap cult classics which also include The Room and has to be seen to be believed.
It's consistently bad, with some new craziness thrown in every couple of minutes to keep us interested: the awful cinematography, the dialogue, the Victoria's Secret model heroine (actually not a bad performance) looking for love and her seemingly gold digging mother, the endless monologues, the software programming background of the hero, the performance of the hero, the special effects, the structure pinched off The Birds, Tippi Hedren's third billed role (she's not in the film it's just a clip of her is seen), the global warming propaganda that happens at the end, action sequences of characters with guns shooting at birds, bad music.
Really, it's terrific fun, and a great night out.
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