A fleet of alien spaceships appears in the skies above L.A. and begin harvesting its inhabitants.
Skyline is a bit like watching the events of Independence Day unfold, except instead of in the thick of the action bathed in the charm and charisma of everyone’s favourite Fresh Prince, you’re watching it with a bunch of bickering, obnoxious, self-obsessed F-listers from a window three miles away. It has all the originality and depth of sophistication of ID4 combined with the standard of wit and characterisation of the average “found footage” movie. It really is the worst of both worlds and as for that ending, don’t even go there. Seriously, for the love of all that’s holy, just turn the damn thing off.
If District 9 renewed my faith in the modern sci-fi movie, Skyline makes me want it thrown down a disused missile silo and sealed in with re-enforced concrete.