The Rift: Dark Side of the Moon

North of Belgrade, a mysterious satellite crash leads an eclectic international mismatch to cautiously exhibit.

Their leader, ill at ease with working with others and known for adopting unorthodox methods, blindly yet confidently leads onwards.

A brilliant scientist, tenacious tesla, and liaising liability accompany him forthwith, illustrious classified governmental nocturnes somnambulistically elucidating their scratchy lunar distillates.

After encountering a haunting spaceperson, whose inexplicable presence seems to be immortally manipulating its surroundings, madness slowly hemorrhages their improvised intentions.

Correspondingly, a secret portal holds enigmatic clues to his or her terrestrial origins, its temporal spatial eccentricities, seductively eviscerating psychological bounds.

As well.

Is the world at large a component of an invisible computer program (requiring caring environmental stewardship) within which those designated prophetic in ages past had accidentally downloaded information regarding the future through the ether which made no sense within their contemporary sociocultural predicaments?

I'm not sure.

Even if it's true, nevertheless, it couldn't save The Rift: Dark Side of the Moon from taking itself too seriously.

I imagine it was written by someone whose first language isn't English, because its clunky clichés, hastily delivered as if they're hard-hitting extravagantly stranded bona fides, are precise yet sloppy, inasmuch as a Native speaker would likely do a better job of covering up their emotionless tact.

That's likely what I would sound like writing in another language if I overemphasized my fluency anyways.

Had everything been slown down a bit and a slight comedic element attached, with a lot more gore, this aspect would have been more appreciated.

That isn't to say the film's all bad.

The soundtrack's fantastic and it ends well.

It made me think of David Bowie's first album, upon which you'll hear the origins of unparalleled songwriter awkwardly developing his genius chops.

More time and care and perhaps Dejan Zecevic will pull it together for a Diamond Dogs or two, a Rebel Rebel, a Young Americans.

'Tis the season.