Watch a movie and listen to the next Alice Cooper songs to cover in the background: done. Yes, I belong to that large group of multitasking women, and when the opportunity exists, I make the most of it to do multiple things at the same time. And here, the opportunity is definitely tempting people. I start watching, I anxiously await the first line, but my anticipation seems destined to grow feverishly: why? I'm not the patient type, I've said that before. Realizing that there will be some time to wait, I give my ears more to do. Between one song and another, I give the footage a chance, which continues to be just that.

Okay, the sounds emitted by the extraterrestrials recreate a great deal of uneasiness, and overall the sound sector is very well done, but, honestly, an hour and a half all like this, when you reach the end you exclaim: and go, hasta la vista, baby!
It's a shame, the starting idea was good, but it wasn't developed in a successful way, and I'm sorry for this (I really appreciated Duffield's previous Spontaneous, but there we were on other levels, indeed, to stay on topic, on another planet).

The performance of the protagonist Kaitlyn Dever is excellent, there is nothing to complain about. Although, I start from an assumption: alone against the aliens, I would have expected a badass Linda Hamilton in Terminator, or an equally badass Sigourney Weaver in Alien, not an almost little girl, who, for goodness sake, plays her role very well. It must be admitted that the killing of the first invader cannot be attributed to her physical strength, but rather to a stroke of luck that scores a point in her favor. If on the communicative side Brynn works great, holding the film on her shoulders, there are flaws in the script that are not so negligible. Who would block a broken door with a sofa? Why on earth did I have to witness such idiocy? And then, is it possible that not a word escapes her? Even in hand-to-hand combat, I don't ask for much, but a little curse, say it, and what the hell! Be human!

I don't know about you, but I often get into juicy monologues with my furniture when I bang my little finger against it, but this girl gets attacked by space creatures, and not a bad word or anything? But isn't she the alien? I almost feel sorry for it. And not because of her heartbreaking past, which will only be revealed towards the end, but precisely because of how they painted her. An idiot, who goes home after a setback, instead of trying to seek salvation elsewhere.

To worthily conclude the overview of Boeotia (not the Greek region, but a word from me newly minted), the very bad guys of the situation, those who embody pure evil, are the classic gray aliens with big black eyes and large heads, in short, nothing special. Maybe, but after the demogorgons of Stranger Things, I became demanding, and I was certain I would see something more shocking. Furthermore, ours also appear quite dazed, sometimes disoriented, it's hard to understand what's going on in that enormous noggin. They attack you, then they stop, then they think better of it. Stuff that makes you ask yourself: are these people in the profession?
I hope for a return to the origins by Duffield, I don't blame the direction, but some choices inherent to the history and creation of the work, this time no, we're not there at all.