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Battle Los Angeles
Mankind learns the truth the hard way when alien invaders attack. They take out the entire planet by storm leaving it to one hope to fight back.
21 November 1997, Dallas, Texas, USA
19 June 1980, Orlando, Florida, USA
3 November 1980, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
9 November 1979, Chicago, Illinois, USA
1 June 1984, Santa Barbara, California, USA
18 February 1971
September 21, 2012
Jonathan Liebesman's "Battle: Los Angeles" is one of those rare films that fails on just about every level a film can fail on.
March 11, 2011
Don't mean to boast, but I can suspend my disbelief as willingly as any credulous moviegoer. Yet not even an industrial crane would have helped here. Nope, Battle: Los Angeles completely defeated me.
March 11, 2011
With his hawklike profile and square jaw, the hyperstalwart Eckhart looks like a comic-book hero and acts like one, too. He's so stalwart he creaks.
September 28, 2012
Just the worst, most cliché-ridden bunch of faceless cannon fodder you've ever had the misfortune to watch die.
June 02, 2013
Battle: Los Angeles misses every mark it aims for. Aside from the well done special effects nothing in this movie is worth recommending.
June 22, 2013
Misses every mark it's aiming at, and then misses countless more.
March 21, 2011
If the talk had been surgically removed, leaving only the sights and sounds of combat, this could have been a striking, semiabstract display of aggressive energy; as it is, any viewer over twelve will go for the laughs.
January 23, 2013
It's not new, it's not novel and it's not art. But as a popcorn movie a couple of months out of summer season, it'll have to do.
March 12, 2011
Excitement? Not so much.
March 11, 2011
This film feels so much like a videogame your hands keep reaching for controllers -- shoot the aliens, shoot the aliens, shoot the aliens.
December 06, 2011
Terminally stupid.
June 28, 2013
Case in point: Battle: Los Angeles, an alien-invasion disaster piece so loud, ham-fisted and joyless-so aggressively lousy-that its only real usefulness is to make one better appreciate the deft touch of a Roland Emmerich.