Ejecta

The whole never makes much sense, and there's entirely too much screaming, but the directors stage the shocks with wicked aplomb.

Richings is fantastic as Cassidy, possessed by vulnerability yet never presented as weak.

Over the course of Ejecta's 83-minute runtime, it felt like I was watching three very different movies at once, but they never quite all come together cohesively. The film also squanders a strong performance from Julian Richings.

Burgess' script has an ingenious structure that leaves the middle of the story blank, but Ejecta doesn't improve by sketching in that central mystery.

Ejecta is just another sci-fi flick without a true identity, playing off extraterrestrial stereotypes that have been used time and time again.

On narrative alone, it's hard to recommend EJECTA, but on style and flourish, it's hard not to.

Quite possibly an alien torture device designed to turn our brains to mush. *sob*

A few crisp encounters retain pleasing intimidation, but directors Chad Archibald and Matt Wiele are too busy making a visual effects demo reel to care much about the dramatic value of their feature.

A wearisome, empty-headed mess, barely feeling as if it is a completed film at all. When it is over, its memory—just like an otherworldly probe—all but entirely vanishes in an instant.

The cogent character study nestled inside all the bombast remains crafty for its rare commingling of artful storytelling and genre nonsensicality.