John Travolta has been summarily sent to his room for being responsible for the atrocity that is Battlefield Earth. I want him to think long and hard about what he's done. Sure, I can see the bones of the story in its written, novelised, LONG form being potentially quite good. But recycled scene ideas, wooden acting and (above all) scrolling scene changes ala Star Wars do not a saga make. I firmly believe this movie is only good for Mr Travolta's own mildly entertaining performance as the madly chuckling evil-doer, and for the take-the-piss value.

And every time I saw those fighter pilots I thought of the Brownies out of Willow. Honestly, how are you expected to take anything seriously after that?