Mania: We don’t usually think of foreign films and science fiction in the same context. The former belong to the bohemian art house, pondered over by scholars with patches on their elbows and the odd emo-poseur hoping to score with that chick in his Italian Neo-Realism class. The latter are cacophonous event pictures intended for thirteen-year-old boys, featuring a lot of loud noises and pretty pictures covering a center as hollow as gourd.
