This story went nowhere over and over again every time you started to hope it was going to make a solid point that didn't end in the wrong orifice.

It's not humorous enough to be Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and it's not clever enough to be The Matrix. It was little better than a silly allegory of itself and its writers-which we would do well to avoid like their proverbial Everything Bagel.

The humor was not merely preadolescent; it subtexted all the sad single-tracked fetish of a sexually abused child.

Speaking of sophomoric things, the visuals, while fascinating enough to be alluring in a trailer, were literally one flashy lighting or Photoshop trick after another, and should earn you no better than a C- in undergraduate film school.

Save yourself, save your daughter, and spare the overplayed multiverse by finding a much better movie to watch.