Stargate (Roland Emmerich) - Emmerich, together with producer Devlin, would go on to greater success with 'Independence Day', before failing spectacularly with a certain large lizard. Which is appropriate, given their fondness for 'dinosaur movies' -- undeniably epic in scale, yet severely challenged on the cerebral front. You can detect the seeds of their "intellect-free" cinema here, which manages to entertain, without requiring the slightest conscious thought from the audience. They clearly *love* the feel of science, but prefer to handwave wildly at it: the plot-critical idea about needing six points to fix a location in space is bunkum. Best ignore this, and appreciate the nifty visuals: like all their films, it would work much better at the cinema. James Spader is the egyptologist called in to decipher squiggles on an artefact; doing so opens a gateway to somewhere else and leaves him struggling to communicate with people possessing silly hair-dos -- not least, Army goon Kurt Russell. You may find yourself checking your watch as you await the next spectacular set-piece, but don't worry, it won't be long. Will Spader save the newly discovered world? Who cares? C-