Pretty effective piece of sentimental fantasy (in science-fiction clothing), with an interesting inversion of the usual sense of scale. A couple of self-reproducing flying saucers (a mama and a papa, with babies on the way) come to the aid of tenement dwellers threatened with eviction. The odd twist is that they -- the flying saucers -- are about the size of the one in Liquid Sky: bigger than coffee-cup saucers, but not much more so than dinner plates and soup bowls. The special effects, often confined to very small areas of the screen, are sharply detailed and -- unlike those in Liquid Sky -- expertly done. They undoubtedly go too far toward anthropomorphization (heavy-lidded headlamps and such), but in compensation the hardships of human life on earth are truly laid on hard, and the human villainy is very nasty. With Hume Cronyn, Jessica Tandy, and Michael Carmine; directed by Matthew Robbins. (1987) — Duncan Shepherd
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