I want my two hours back. I want them back with some kind of interest with one hell of a rate.
First of all, you can't make a film without one decent shot. It just doesn't work that way. Secondly, if you're going to choose a well-known location like Los Angeles, make sure it looks like fucking Los Angeles. Let me elaborate that a bit.
Like I said, it lacks one decent shot. If you're looking for landscapes, you won't find them. Everything is exploding through the wonders of CGI and everything is covered in smoke. All the time! Even the fucking sewers were fully saturated with steam. The mentioned location could be New Delhi or Canberra. It could be anywhere, now that I'm thinking about it. Not one landmark was included. If rubble, smoke, explosions, flipped and burning cars and demolished buildings are pictures that depict L.A. - then they nailed it perfectly.
Also, the alien invaders... Their mechanized bodies were, in my opinion, the best idea of the entire film. However, their crafts are truly laughable. They look like flying scrap yards. No kidding, they really look like a pile of metal scrap flying around. Aerodynamics, anyone? That art department had to be awfully high to come up with that.
The cast is not that different from the rest of the film. It's the kind that invokes thoughts of self-mutilation while, at the same time, it inflicts pain to the back of your head by itself. How Aaron Eckhart got involved into this escapes me, but he deserves The Golden Raspberry. And, I guess that Michelle Rodriguez was being her usual self, a low class actress.
So, if you happen to be a huge masochist, I recommend this one. It has it all. It's filled with good-for-nothing shots, horrible acting, outrageously dumb dialogs, that inevitable US Marine "I'm dying, tell my wife I love her" cliché, loads of CGI, and extremely mild amusement potential.
3 out of 10.
