The film’s ode to effective, low-budget creature effects is earnest but unnecessarily deadpan.
Director Josh Lawsom dips his toe into the water, checking its temperature, but he doesn’t dive in.
The levels of insight provided into the characters are exactly commensurate with any conceivable viewer’s interest in learning more about these nonentities.
Say what you will about Burning Man, but writer-director Jonathan Teplitsky can’t be accused of spoon-feeding his audience.
The image and sound presentation is muscular, but in the guilty annals of Mel Gibson’s career as an actor, the film is nothing but puny.