A remote Australian desert township is attacked by extraterrestrial parasitic organisms. SF/horror that has a pleasing Outback Western feel and which starts well, but soon descends into badly-scripted and underpowered wholescale genre theft. A shame, as there’s glimmers of a much better film here.
A student prank gone wrong triggers the release of dormant alien parasites. Generally sprightly horror-comedy, mashing up 50s monster invasion SF, zombie flicks and sorority slashers. Joky but not spoofy, Creeps benefits from a dark touch when needed, not least with Tom Atkins’ veteran cop.
Four young teens at summer camp have to thwart an alien invasion. Deliberately throwback 80s kids’ SF adventure which is pleasing in the moment, though it struggles with an overly-knowing tone and with schematic and formulaic plotting and character development, while ticking off a slew of movie references.
A teenager escapes an alien invasion. More developed sequel to Hungerford, this time riffing on 28 Days Later and Heart of Darkness as much as Heinlein’s The Puppetmasters. Still some rough edges, but an improvement over the first instalment.
A group of teens witness an alien invasion. Ambitious zero-budget semi-professional found-footage zombie/alien invasion mash-up with good moments but an inability to sustain coherence through iffy script and acting. Followed by The Darkest Dawn.
An alien invasion provokes an investigation led by a biologist. Sombre SF/horror with whiffs of Arrival and Solaris in its makeup. Genre thrills are underplayed in favour of introspection and aftermath; interesting rather than good, with a perhaps divisive ending.
Aliens invade Earth. Patriotic, team-oriented, and generally satisfactory War of the Worlds update which shoehorns in Wells’ ending and makes space for an ensemble cast having fun plus then-state of the art effects work. Slyly tongue-in-cheek throughout.
A pair of misfit science teachers find an Arizona meteor strike hiding an alien invasion. OK SF comedy modelled on Reitman’s earlier Ghostbusters, down to a gunge/giant monster/Dan Ackroyd finale. Julianne Moore on sprightly pratfall form.