'Beyond Skyline' (2017)
“What the hell you think that was, man…terrorists or what, huh?ISIS doesn’t have a fuckin’ spaceship!”
Beyond Skyline is, without a doubt, one of the better low-budget SF films I have seen in recent years—visually, that is. In terms of content, I thought it was only half successful. Until the part that takes place in Laos, it’s acceptable. From there on, story-technically, it starts to be pretty absurd. As soon as Mark (Frank Grillo), a police officer on indefinite leave, and his son, Trent (Jonny Weston), end up in a thorny situation with earth being besieged by hostile aliens, the entertainment content of this action-rich SF is enormously high: earthlings are sucked into the air en masse; futuristic spaceship where victims covered with slime regain consciousness and are randomly seized by tentacles that snatch their brains out; armored Predator-like aliens controlled by the implanted human brains—you get all that served in the first half hour.
