Dark Skies (15) The Pavilion, Galashiels
THE fear of modern parents concerns the abduction/murder/accidental death of their children.
Walk to school? Ride a bike without a helmet? Climb a tree? Conkers? Forget it! Nanny Health and Dr Safety say, “Never! No! Na na!”
What about aliens? Because they are not listed in HM Government’s Book of Danger the nanny and the doctor make no comment. Red tape doesn’t stretch that far.
UFOs exist in the febrile imaginations of conspiracy theorists, nutters and Steven Spielberg.
Dark Skies is dark enough. Not pitch, but shadowy. Mr and Mrs Normal from Burbsville, USA, don’t take their youngest’s night terrors too seriously. Who is The Sandman anyway, but some spooky invention to scare kids into going to bed and staying there?
When they check out the boy’s school art project and find pictures of tall, black figures looming over a cowering child, they put scepticism on hold. What if... and then there are the amnesiac moments when their son appears neither responsive nor responsible for his actions.
We have been here before. We have touched the hem of A.I. and withered under the prospect of “being taken.”
Hollywood loves this kind of stuff. If it’s not body snatchers, it’s pointy-headed green things that walk on skinny frogs’ legs. Mind control, on the other hand, sounds more plausible.
Dark Skies follows the formula. Despite a well structured, semi-threatening plot and workaday performances, it lacks originality.