The silliest of silly science fantasy, to the point where you will actually really enjoy how over the top it is. (Four hands? Those blades of grass? Really? Really?) Around the halfway point, the terrible plot will trump the silliness and you will go from amused to facepalming.

Gratuitous film is gratuitous. I mean amazingly so. The chickfights are extended and chickfighty. The sci-fi fashion evolution remains constant: Men of the future wear different coats, women of the future wear random strips of fabric and strings of beads. Which is handy when the camera so often seems to meander under and between legs for jumps and flips.

Last but not least, the anti-Oscar for most flat and wholly unemotional “No!” goes tooooo…Marton Csokas! Seriously, dude, it’s a major plot point in the film and you sound like you don’t want fries with that.