If there's one thing we know about a Blumhouse film, it's that they are convinced the American family just isn't safe at home. In the case of Dark Skies, the entities bedeviling a married couple and their two young sons aren't restless spirits, but malevolent aliens.

On Thursday night, I purchased a ticket to the midnight showing of Dark Skies (along with fellow movie-writing folk Matt Singer and Jenni Miller) at the AMC Loews Village 7 in Manhattan's East Village. Dark Skies is the story of ... well, I still have no idea, to tell you the truth. If you must know, perhaps there's a nice summary on its Wikipedia page. Yes, I tried to see Dark Skies early on Friday morning, but things did not go smoothly. Along the way, I kept a running diary of what happened.

It takes some kind of actor to take the role of a Nazi sadist and make it more than just a broad caricature. And it's no mean feat to then become the flesh-and-blood incarnation of one of comics' most notorious egotists and turn him into a person you might consider hanging out with.