I seem to be in a distinct minority in regarding Brian De Palma as a tacky blowhard and unimaginative plagiarist—Pauline Kael places him above Alfred Hitchcock, who she apparently feels lacked the proper trashy exuberance, and the editors of Cahiers du Cinema recently concluded that Carlito's Way was the greatest film of the 90s. But if I had to select a recent De Palma movie that validated my own bias, I'd opt for this ludicrous compost of derivative SF and insincere soap opera, which begins with a spaceship pilfered from 2001, ends with a New Age epiphany out of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and features a lot of bad acting and celestial choirs in between. Jim Thomas, John Thomas, Graham Yost, and Lowell Cannon are credited with the clumsy script, and the teary-eyed actors include Gary Sinise, Tim Robbins, Connie Nielsen, Don Cheadle, and Jerry O'Connell. There are a few pretty good design effects en route, but not enough to compensate for all the embarrassments. 120 min.