Review – Communion

I’m glad this still shows on cable every once in awhile, because I expect as source novel author, screenwriter and model for the protagonist Whitley Strieber still gets a little money every time it runs. And I’ll bet he can use the money, because the treatments for whatever the hell is wrong with him are probably expensive. Benefits to the creator aside, the big reason to sit through this stinker is that it’s one of the most unintentionally funny movies of all time. I suppose it’s wrong to derive amusement from the mental illness of others, but by the time Strieber (played to an uncanny tee by Christopher Walken, who actually bears a fairly strong resemblance to the author) ends up doing an awkward little dance number with the Phantasm-looking aliens who anal probed him, it’s impossible to do much of anything besides laugh. I’ve seen this movie three times now, and each time (even the first, which was in a movie theater) I sort of lost interest in it after the first 45 minutes or so. Perhaps that’s in part because it’s hard to stay interested in a bunch of disjointed, meandering crap about unpleasant encounters with space aliens. See if desperate