An upper-middle class kid from Miami falls into a dark, spooky ravine, bumps his head and wakes up eight years later, physically unchanged. While undergoing tests at the local hospital, his brain waves hijack the electronic monitoring equipment to display star charts and spaceship schematics. This quickly draws the attention of NASA, who have just captured a matching craft, and they take him in for further evaluation.

I think any kid who came of age in the '80s saw this multiple times, like a rite of passage, so there's a certain amount of nostalgia at play that's tough to overstate. It looks like the '80s, acts like the '80s, most definitely sounds like the '80s, and that feels intrinsically warm and welcoming to middle-agers like me. Hey, I can still remember seeing boxes of Transformers in the kid's temporary bedroom, cheap trinkets to make him feel at-home inside the cold government testing facility, and wishing we could swap places.

Viewing it now, as an adult, I think the aura is nice and enjoyed the entry-level explanation of how light speed travel can cause such weird time paradoxes. But, despite the intriguing premise and challenging first act, the plot doesn't really go anywhere spectacular. All the momentum pushes us toward the ship, yet when we finally climb aboard, there isn't much to see. After ogling all the chrome fixtures, making nice with the AI (voiced by an ascending Paul Reubens) and browsing an onboard zoo of Muppet critters, we just sort of joyride around the country for a little while, dodge a few helicopters and go home. I thought it was building to something more consequential.