“A berserk combination of space opera, intelligent bombs, and beach balls from other worlds.” – Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times

“Hats off nonetheless to young whippersnapper John Carpenter, whose studenty tale of space tedium, aliens and molasses-black humour remains approximately a thousand times better than the director’s last 15 years.” – Adam Smith, Empire Magazine

“By introducing human eccentricities into the cold structure of SF, Carpenter creates a vision of the technological future that is both disillusioned and oddly affirmative in its insistence on the unscientific survival of emotional frailty.” – Dave Kehr, Chicago Reader