Skyline (the Strause brothers, 2010)

What is it about Los Angeles that makes it such a desirable target for alien invasion? Is the phenomenon of filmmakers continually levelling it to be amateur-psychologically interpreted as them wanting to raze the environment that spawned them to the ground, oedipally, or is it just that it's so much easier to churn out low-budget product on your front doorstep in nice weather? Skyline is probably a combination of the two, just as it is a mish-mash of any number of creature horror and alien attack films, including, but not limited to Cloverfield, Independence Day and Monsters, original in the sense that one sauce in a cheap Indian takeaway may be said to be different from another by virtue of having the same ingredients in different proportions. Picking at holes in its logic is pointless, and the little pleasure that there is to be had boils down to the usual survival-horror fallback of trying to guess which ones of the unlikable cast perish first.

3/10