Review Darkest Hour full of dimwitted alien prey

LOS ANGELES (TheWrap.com) - Despite a fact that "The

Darkest Hour

" was smuggled into U.S. theaters on Christmas Day with no allege press screenings, we went in full of residual holiday good cheer, prepared to give this sci-fi film a advantage of a doubt that all B-movies deserve.

By a time a shutting credits came up, however, we felt emptied of my Yule joy, dejected by this aggressively stupid movie.

It's a arrange of film where a heroic rope of survivors learns ways to conflict their invisible visitor foes, though afterwards never use that information.

Case in point: heroes Sean (

Emile Hirsch

) and Ben (

Max Minghella

) figure out that they can equivocate showing by stealing underneath a car. Then this bit of intel is never mentioned again, so instead of crawling underneath deserted vehicles when perplexing to transport down roads, a heroes instead run around screaming, creation themselves into ideal targets.

If these dimwits paint a wish of humanity, move on a visitor overlords.

Sean and Max have come to Moscow to peddle an internet venture, though when their ideas get stolen, they conduct to a prohibited bar to drown their sorrows. There they run into Skyler (Joel Kinnaman), a stealer of a aforementioned ideas, and Natalie (

Olivia Thirlby

) and Anne (Rachael Taylor). The latter dual apparently have a mutant energy of carrying their hair and makeup demeanour overwhelming even after a week of being chased by invisible aliens, though I'm removing forward of myself.

Those aliens seem as intense orbs in a night sky, and they immediately set about creation all a energy go out and vaporizing any tellurian being or dog who gets too close. The quintet of characters who have been given initial names censor out in a nightclub kitchen, though after a few days of vital on canned goods, they try out into a deserted streets.

They shortly comprehend that while a aliens, who have wiped out many of a population, are invisible, they can be rescued by a approach they make electrical circuits light adult in their presence. Sean comes adult with a thought of wearing a light tuber around his neck as an early-warning device, though usually Natalie follows suit. And then, run, run, vaporize, accommodate Nick Frost-ian wiring geek (Dato Bakhtadze as Sergei) with an anti-alien x-ray gun, run, run, confront homemade-weapons-brandishing good ol' boys who demeanour like a expel of a Muscovite reconstitute of "Bellflower."

Writer Jon Spaihts and executive Chris Gorak seem incompetent to yield suspense, shocks, characters, or even noted technobabble. Hirsch, Minghella and Thirlby have finished engaging work in a past, and substantially will in a future, though all they have to uncover for "The Darkest Hour" was a giveaway outing to Russia.

In a final wash, this film has 3 engaging things to offer: a empty, post-apocalyptic streets of modern-day Moscow, a indeterminate genocide of a vital character, and a cat named after "Yo Gabba Gabba!" star DJ Lance Rock.

None of those things merits a stop of your holiday.

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