Contact. This movie was full of so many shenanigans it made me want to sp*t. Jodie Foster ends up getting contacted by aliens after billions of dollars are poured into this gyroscope thingy. It's designed to do what? She drops right through the spinning thing inside a metal sphere. All along you thought she was going to be contacted by a higher power. Whatevvvver.
These big budget flicks have got it all backwards I.M.O.. Think about it, some NASA genius types get sent some bogus instructions to build a gigantic mechical spinning thing, and those instructions are embedded in a video of the Third Reich from N*zi Germany? Give me a break. If you want true satellite network access so you can speak directly to E.T. and his friends, you have to build a gigantic stairmaster or something. That would get attention. I'm going to draw it up and send my script to the big rigs at the studios. Score.