Badly acted pretentious nonsensical indulgent shit.

The Flaming Lips brings DIY backyard cinema to the new heights. Well, that is what I was hoping for. In reality, their micro-budget psychedelic nonsense is far from enjoyable or interesting. Imagine the bastard child of Carpenter's Dark Star and Lynch's Eraserhead, that no one wants to play with. There are so many vaginas in this film, yet so little fruits of creative labor. Extremely disappointing.

Eraserhead meets Dark Star in Wayne Coyne's backyard. Literally. Well, the backyard bit.

Very enjoyable, but unfortunately not quite what it was hyped up to be... I was expecting something incredible...

I wanted to love this. I'm a huge Flaming Lips fan and they exhibit great creative powers in their music and live performances, but this just isn't that special. It's weird, but not weird enough. It's funny, but it's also loaded with unfunny stuff (the Captain was horrible with his half-assed potty-mouthed drill seargeant shtick). Aside from some cool visual moments, it's pretty dull. The music is kind of neat, though. It'll be a long time if I ever watch this again.