Six months ago, Impostor would have been a bundle of clichés; but in our new and terrifying world, its plot resonates far more potently than its creators ever expected. To wit: The Earth is at war with an alien species from Alpha Centauri. A scientist has created an "ultimate weapon," and is arrested under suspicion of being a genetic duplicate of the scientist, but with a bomb in his chest that will explode when he comes within range of its target. The duplicate is designed to believed he's the real scientist. Of course, the actual scientist would also believe that he's real, and therein lies the crux of the plot.

In other words, a possible pacifist is accused of being a treasonous suicide bomber in a time of war. Impostor, based on a Philip K. Dick story, could have been an unsettling examination of the conflicts in our culture's wartime psyche--but instead, it's a hack job, apparently cobbled together from wildly different drafts of a script, directed with pointless flash, acted with uninspired competence. Our circumstances may have given Impostor a shred of interest, but they haven't made it any good.