...should be titled, "The 12:01 Triskelion Chainsaw Massacre"...
...one of the lamest styles of so-called "animation" available. (The original Scooby-Doo and South Park were both FAR better-animated than this trash!)
...virtually every tired story element in this debacle has long-since been "done", "done well", and "done-to-death"... now it's been "done-over-to-(your-last)-death", right down to the threadbare, old trope that, "...we poor, primitive Earthlings are naught but playthings in the hands (...or claws...) of some arrogant, manipulative, technologically-advanced-but-psychopathically-barbaric race of hyper-bored gamblers, who are in desperate need of a good spanking...". *yawn*
...yet another demonstration of the hypothesis that, with a few notable exceptions now and then, most "film-festival" awards are handed out like Tic-Tacs, by pompous, self-indulgent fools, who are incapable of judging a film, let alone making one.
...as for the ending, somebody REALLY needed to lob an antimatter grenade into the middle of the Gamemaster/con artist's table, and exterminate that entire race of worthless, vile, self-styled "Superior" beings!
...either that, or turn 'em all over to Dr. Who, so he can "reverse the polarity" for 'em...
...one of the lamest styles of so-called "animation" available. (The original Scooby-Doo and South Park were both FAR better-animated than this trash!)
...virtually every tired story element in this debacle has long-since been "done", "done well", and "done-to-death"... now it's been "done-over-to-(your-last)-death", right down to the threadbare, old trope that, "...we poor, primitive Earthlings are naught but playthings in the hands (...or claws...) of some arrogant, manipulative, technologically-advanced-but-psychopathically-barbaric race of hyper-bored gamblers, who are in desperate need of a good spanking...". *yawn*
...yet another demonstration of the hypothesis that, with a few notable exceptions now and then, most "film-festival" awards are handed out like Tic-Tacs, by pompous, self-indulgent fools, who are incapable of judging a film, let alone making one.
...as for the ending, somebody REALLY needed to lob an antimatter grenade into the middle of the Gamemaster/con artist's table, and exterminate that entire race of worthless, vile, self-styled "Superior" beings!
...either that, or turn 'em all over to Dr. Who, so he can "reverse the polarity" for 'em...