Knowing what I do about L. Ron Hubbard, I was in no way expecting a good film. When writing about movie adaptations of books, I think it's important to disassociate one from the other. After all, the source material itself might be unintentionally funny and have plot-holes you could drive a bus through. One must take the work on its merits.
The star and saving grace of this film is John Travolta, clearly having the time of his life. The problems, however, range from unforgiveable overacting, a mind-numbing script, an all-too predictable plot which somehow manages to feel rushed, baffling inconsistencies (like why Travolta is the only Psychlo without Klingon makeup) and tortuous consistencies, like every scene being filmed with the camera at a sharp angle, and every scene cut using the George Lucas method of sliding frames. Dear God, what was I thinking?
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