MORNING: Watch paint dry.
AFTERNOON: See Ed Miliband's Labour party Conference Speech.
EVENING: Figure out how long you've been alive for... down to the last millisecond.
Congratulations. Your day has been a thousand times more exciting than anyone who's watched Skyhook.
My goodness. Why can I say? Here's the plot: A girl joins a team trying to win a space project competition, intending to betray them due to the threat of blackmail hanging over her head. And, that's it.
What follows is talk, talk and more talk. Technical talk. Romance talk. Small talk. It saps your soul. You drown in it. None of it connects. You want to scream. But you can't. You're trapped. Stuck between two shades of grey. It's coma inducing stuff. Usually, I can look up the word 'tedious' on my online thesaurus to find an accurate description. No chance in this case. It's just.... AARGH.
The only way to stay sane is to focus on the multiple plot flaws. Such as the introduction, when our female turncoat has the EASIEST entrance ever into a top secret facility to steal valuable information. They may as well have carried her in.
Also, the gang she's joined have known for a while that someone has been going around, sabotaging teams who are entering the contest. They JUST SO HAPPEN to run into a young lady at a bar who knows more about space than the rest of them combined. Do they suspect anything? Of course not. In fact, they let this complete stranger have full access to all their research the very next day!! It's a toss-up between whether they're more stupid or dull...
Oh, who am I kidding? There's no contest. This is a black hole for inspiration, a starless night for creativity and it'll put a lot of sheep who like to be counted out of business, too. Sorry my woolly friends, off to the mutton factory with you... 0/10
