Slapping a Buzz-Lightyear skin on your insipid sci-fi story only makes it worse.
Akerman doing what Godard never could
This is still haunting me a day after re-watching. It's always Brad Dourif's screaming that flashes in my memory, or a large, pastel field with a black giant tracing across it; his sudden appearance and predatory, hawk-dive into relentlessness. Taylor-Compton's maligned performance registers as what it is: the portrayal of a wreck of a person, her innards so carved out that it could only inevitably be filled by darkness. Like a long epilogue to the first film, by re-stating their…