There’s more than a hint of Shane Carruth’s experimental sci-fi in this low-budget weirdie about young tech-nerds searching for a taunting hacker in the wilds of Nevada who stumble into a moodily oblique episode of The X-Files or The Twilight Zone. As interpersonal tensions are eclipsed by interplanetary paranoia, our ragged trio find themselves on the wrong side of the anti-contamination suits, Laurence Fishburne deploying his imposing Matrix monotone to menacing effect. It’s a movie of ideas rather than spectacle (Philip K Dick’s dreamy electric sheep are inevitably invoked) with some well realised visual effects (a la Ex Machina) giving it genre legs. Atmospheric production design and impressively committed performances lend credence to the logic-versus-emotion plot twists, though the final act may prove one small step too far.
