This ambitious, low-budget sci-fi indie gives us a group of dinner-party guests gathered in a Californian suburb on the night that a spooky comet is affecting the space-time continuum. Reality starts to fracture into multiple versions, and it’s credit to writer-director James Ward Byrkit that we’re able to keep up as the scared guests try to figure it all out.
Someone introduces the quantum theory of Schrödinger’s cat (‘I’m allergic,’ bats back a nervous friend) in a way that makes eerie sense, while everyone jumps at sharp knocks at the door and wonders who might be calling. It could be copies of themselves. Still, despite all this promise, characters struggle to flower beyond one-trait stereotypes (the closet boozer, the twitchy New Ager, etc.). And too often the film settles for simple shocks over something more thoughtful.