Year:	1997
Director:	Paul W S Anderson

Cast:

Laurence Fishburne, Sam Neill, Kathleen Quinlan, Joely Richardson, Jason Isaacs

I don't know what possessed me to see this movie. Not because there was anything wrong with it, but the year was 1997, it had been 16 years since I'd seen An American Werewolf in London, and I'd still hardly dared see a scary movie at the cinema since being ten years old as a result. I'd seen Scream the year before at the movies, but that was half comedy.

But I knew this one was going to be scary, and somehow I survived through it. There are probably plenty who'd snigger - if you're a horror movie wimp like I am, it was scary.

A spacegoing craft that's been lost for years mysteriously returns to the outer reaches of the solar system. The crew of space jocks led by Laurence Fishburne resent making the trip to investigate, but they have to accompany one of the ship's designers, played by Sam Neill, to see where it's been, why it's back and where the crew have gone.

Turns out (and I can't remember the exact details - if they were ever explained) that the ship has been somewhere terrible and has come back somehow alive, and full of memories of something terrible that visited bloody deaths on the entire crew.

In classic horror sci-fi tradition, the characters are all picked off in turn until only a few key players are left. The twist is that the scientist played by Neill does know something (or learns it) and can either communicate or feel the ship's presence, which starts to overtake him and turn him nasty.