Technically well-made enough, I suppose, but this is the kind of movie that I hear made Sundance and wonder what the standards really are at that festival. Sunil Mani and her real-life boyfriend, playing exactly the sort of unbearable hipsters you don’t live in Brooklyn because you’re afraid you’d meet, spend like a half hour arguing about their relationship (because that’s the sort of escapism you want in a movie, sitting through arguing about a relationship for 30 minutes) before heading up to a friend’s cabin, as the world is invaded by alien poofballs who drink all the alcohol and kill everybody, because, movie, apparently. The couple tries to escape, a woman they could have just given a ride to steals their car and leaves them behind for no reason, they find a baby, stumble around in a hallucinogenic stupor because of a gas the poofballs decide to emit instead of sticking around to kill them (because, movie, apparently), find a pod on the woods which encircles them and lifts them into space, and, the end.
Huh? Why is this even a movie?
