...and so it should be! When mankind destroy the Earth in 67 minutes, it falls to some astronauts to seek out a suitable new home for who's left of us somewhere in the galaxy. Now proof, if it were ever needed, that we need to work on our disaster-planning recruitment process now ensues as this motley and increasingly dysfunctional bunch on the "Pegasus" encounter a derelict spaceship populated by mysterious children. What now plays out is a predictable cat and mouse, spaceship, drama with nobody sure who to trust; old grudges rearing their ugly heads and the future of humanity clearly placed in the most precarious of situations. To be fair, the production standards and visual effects are not the worst, but the inane and plentiful dialogue and a shockingly mediocre cast of drama school drop-out types do the mean, moody and magnificent in an almost embarrassingly risible fashion. It's an old story that is clearly a labour of love for Simon Philipps and Paul Tanter, but it's not an original bone in it's body and at only ten minutes short of two hours - well, it's just far too long and meandering. I love my sci-fi, but this is really pretty derivative and poor.

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