A front runner for the most incomprehensible film of the 21st century, Russian scifi actioner The Interceptor is a confused cross between Night Watch and The Matrix that never bothers to properly explain its premise, introduce the characters or come up with a remotely coherent plot in its hurry to get to the next stylised but disjointed action scene filled with slo-mo explosions. Even the opening introductory captions fade in and out before you can read them (it's even a problem on freeze frame), but it roughly boils down to the forces of light and darkness fighting a battle on Earth between an oligarch-cum-psychotropic arms dealer (who has a tendency to go into spasms as otherwise invisible roots penetrate his body to communicate with him) and his ex-partner who survives falling from an exploding plane and looks a little bit like a young Yul Brynner with a marine buzz cut. Throw in some vigilantes, a plot to destabilise Russia to allow a strong man to take over, the odd ex-girlfriend, some cod philosophy and a fallen angel figure, all shot in lovingly over-exposed and desaturated colour, and the result is the kind of confused mess that you'd get if a teenage videogame fan was given a lot of money to make a well wicked movie. A lot of noise, a lot of explosions but not much sense and not much entertainment value either. A decent 2.35:1 widescreen transfer with English subtitles, but the only extra is a trailer.