Battlefield Earth: Critic Reviews

This is florid science fiction, low-brow but energetic, complete with cheesy thrills.

This 117-minute adaptation of an 800-page SF adventure for teenagers seems like a miscalculation on multiple levels.

Pretty much the Showgirls of sci-fi shoot-'em-ups.

A truly dire and silly rehash of Planet of the Apes.

[It looks like] Klingons having a bad hair day.

In the post-apocalyptic adventure genre, Battlefield Earth makes Waterworld look like a masterpiece.

Worst example of vanity filmmaking in years.

There's really only one way to summarize my sheer hatred for what is possibly one of the worst movies I've ever seen. And it's through a list.

"Battlefield Earth," based on a crappy 1982 sci-fi novel by cult religion dips#*t L. Ron Hubbard, is so inept and pathetic that it should forever end any questions about the validity of Hubbard's manufactured religion of Scientology.

There's really nothing here you haven't seen before, except maybe the sight of John Travolta walking around with tubes in his nose.

If you are looking for something to hate and despise, get thee to this movie.

A folly so supreme that it occasionally inspires awe, in the sense that so many people spent so much time and money on it without ever realizing how awful it is.

Watching Battlefield Earth is to a movie-watching experience what having a yeast infection is to having sex.

Place it next to The Omega Code and The Omega Code shines.

Travolta, it seems, had wanted to star in a film of Battlefield Earth since first reading the novel in 1982. Only the all-seeing L Ron knows why.

John Travolta will forever be haunted by this sci-fi travesty based on L. Ron Hubbard's novel.

Blame this mess on Travolta.

Robin did not review "Battlefield Earth"

Scientologist or not, this is as inane as summer blockbusters get.

If this is what we have to look forward to in the year 3000, count me out.

The sets are laughably cheap, and the aliens look like geeks from a Star Trek convention who couldn't afford to buy the "good" Klingon costumes

This film maintains a surprising consistency of bad acting and directing almost from the first frame to the last.

AAAAAAAAGHHHH! MY EYES! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!

It doesn't help that the film's premise, which sees stoneage cavemen turn into ace fighter pilots with only a week's training, is as naive as that of the 1939 serial Buck Rogers.

Just too absurd to pay full price to see in a theater.