We’ve all done it, sat in the cinema, comfy(ish) seat in the dark and felt our eyelids slowly droop as we allow the lethargy to sink in, especially if the film is not exactly a thrilling gripper, just like this one, Apollo 18. However every time your eyelids drop in this they are suddenly yanked wide open by the heart attack a sudden shit your pants jumpy bit flashes on the screen. With hardly any dialogue (in its place a very compacted soundtrack) and absolutely no character building this film is hard to get into, add to the that the Blair Witch/Cloverfield filming technique which is no good for epileptics or those to whom just the thought of Alton Towers makes them feel woozy there is not much really going for this film. However there is no, in any way shape or form, love story sub plot so that is a refreshing bonus, but it does mean there is no eye candy!
Having said all that I did enjoy it, if only because I didn’t know whether the next pointless jump would be the end of me old ticker! As well as, just like the next person I love a good conspiracy theory and cover up!
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