'This sci-fi thriller - co-written by Bruce Dickinson, frontman of the heavy-metal band Iron Maiden - attempts to capture the spirit of occultist Aleister Crowley. Crowley was mad and bad. What a coincidence: so is the film.
'Dickinson’s big idea is that Crowley (who died in 1947) would fit perfectly into the modern world. It’s the year 2000 and a physicist from California, Dr Joshua Mathers (Kal Weber), wants to link his virtual reality suit to the world’s biggest computer, the Cambridge-based Z93.
'But wait - everything else about the film is pants, so don’t refile Dickinson as a genius just yet. His collaborator, Julian Doyle, is a diabolical director. The film - crammed with Vaseline-shiny female breasts - looks like a soft-porn version of Dr Who, with a couple of tired pop promo tricks thrown in. A host of unknown actors are as earnest as they are dreadful. As for Callow, he should know better.' (This Is London article).