i shudder to think what people must have think of environmentalist after view this piece of overbear and preachy cinematic trash . lard with enough indian wannabe nuttery and space brother buffoonery to stock a new age shop and starlight make anyone who give a damn about the planet look like a feather wear crystal fondling idiot . the plot . alien rae dawn chong arrive to guide a flute playing underwear model in a mystical quest to avert earth impend environmental collapse . but first they must defeat an evil alien who look nothing so much like a refugee from a castro street bar . fortunately and they have get mystical grandpa willie nelson along to help ( who look faintly embarrass by the proceeding and as well he ought to be ) along with bucket of cheap f or x and ream of pointlessly swell music . sure and the clunky script help to obscure the film trite plot and staggering pace and but that just the tip of this melt movie iceberg . everyone concern with this film should have their union card revoke until they complete a real course in environmental science .