Cosmic Sin

There is still a lot of visceral fun to be had in movies that dare to dream big and manipulate sci-fi conventions toward original ideas. Neither of these is what Cosmic Sin does.

Cosmic Sin is 88 minutes of convoluted nonsense that can't decide if it is a straightforward sci-fi action flick or a serious treatise on the complex and murky ethics of warfare.

With its feeble attempts at humour and its macho posturing, the film is truly enervating.

Rewatch "Battlestar Galactica" to see how to do this story right.

To suggest that Bruce Willis is phoning in his performance in Cosmic Sin would be an insult to telephone communication, which can be an effective means of conveying important information and genuine emotion.

It's clichéd, falling back on the old pulp premise of the culturally diverse "ragtag team" of tough guys and gals, barking out clumsily expositive dialogue in between unimaginative fight.

Shoddy sci-fi.

Cosmic Sin delivers a fun film with some exciting action and sci-fi for fans in need of a good time.

This brain-dead space opera stars Willis as a fading star who refuses to do second takes or give a fart.

The funniest (sad) thing about the film is that it's set in 2521 and onward, yet folks are driving 1980s Ford pickups and listening to 1990s alterno-rock.