lol, I love that the thumbnail for this article on the main page make Andrew W.K. look like Dave Grohol.

Sweet googly-moogly.

No effin' way. That's just mindblowing.

P.S. Punches to the face are under-rated.

Tell me about it. If I were ever given a choice to pick Beck's brain, I'm afraid I wouldn't even know where to start.

Arrggghh, The Sound Academy? Really TCVs?

I just watched this film earlier, and came home more disappointed than I expected to be. the film just didn't know what it wanted to be. The more I noticed the film shyed away from the "documentary film" lens, the more this became evident. Like a kid in a shopping cart, it was reaching out for a lot of products to make it's trip seem fun, but in the end is left with a shopping cart full of an inconsistent collection of products.

Was it a documentary? Was it a showcase of archived gov't footage (btw, what was with the camera's in the mensroom? And how did "officials" know to look through it for our protagonist? Dodgy if you ask me)? Or was it straight up hollywood trying to patronize what they viewed as a simple-minded movie-going demographic?

And no where does it explain WHY the aliens flew to earth...why they couldn't leave... why a simple tube of fluid is supposed to be able to magically enable a town-sized mothership to fly home...or how, if it was so debilitated, the ship was able float non-stop for so many consecutive years. OH, and why that miniship needed the fluid to fly to the mothership if could have just been picked up by that tractor beam it had. Maybe the fluid was necessary for the flight back to the homeworld, but the film doesn't even bother to spend thirty seconds explaining that, when it instead seemed to favor a large amount of sequences of the protagonist running like a stray dog.

Josh, you were right, the all-too-convenient plot devices (ala magic spaceman scientist) seemed to stand out all too well.

Despite all this, I found there are certain props the movie deserves. It made for pretty eye candy. Such as with the very cyberpunk mechsuit our protagonist was magically capable of understanding how to pilot. And I feel compelled to applaud Blomkamp's efforts to produce a film in the relatively knew genre of faux-documentary films (like Cloverfield). Films like this seem to exhibit that this genre is still learning to stand up on it's own, so I suppose missteps it's guilty of are understandable...to a degree.

This could be virtually anyone from the sound of this clip. Although, I would have to agree with the Zeppelin/Queens/Foo influences present.

Ahhhh, yes, the Matador tracks. Nifty stuff.