2010: The Year We Make Contact

1984, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Although it was fairly well received by critics and audiences, to me 2010 seemed to be nothing more than a cheap money-grab, capitalizing on the somewhat open ending of 2001. Laden with technical mumbo-jumbo and scattershot sub-plots, the film ends on a similarly bizarre note as its predecessor, except that it's instead utterly implausible—to the point of being laughable. Writer-producer-director Peter Hyams embarrassed himself and everyone associated with this misfire. It does have some half-decent effects, but they don't make up for the time wasted enduring the rest.






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