Moonwalkers

The story is a mess, and it is punctuated with some horrible violence. However, it evokes the time and place well, the music is good, and the whole film is somehow quite enjoyable.

Ron Perlman and Ron Weasley fire large guns, trip on acid and fake the moon landing, not necessarily in that order. The concept brims with absurd potential, with Perlman's flashback-plagued hardass hoodwinked into taking a sleazy band promoter (Harry Potter alumni Rupert Grint) as a serious filmmaker and friend to Stanley Kubrick, but it loses most of its shine in the leap from paper to screen. The jokes fall flat, the satire lands limp and the cast, for all its unusual promise and zany unpredictability, is usually just going through the motions. There's a decided lack of urgency to this caper, even when two separate gangs of gun-wielding maniacs descend upon the production, and that spells doom for any film of this type. I may have smiled once or twice - the colossal screwup of a final product makes for some occasional fun - but its failures in the suspense genre are evenly matched by its shortcomings as a comedy. Seriously disappointing.