Meanwhile TV weather presenter Margaret Fairchild (Emily Blunt), who is struggling with being overlooked for serious work, starts to have a very weird day.
Steven Spielberg indulges his obsession with UFOs and all the typical Roswell conspiracy stuff, the key word being indulges.
It's Spielberg so meets a minimum level of competence but it's very mid gerontocratic boomercore. Its vision of a grand conspiracy is rooted in Spielberg's milieux and that now looks very old fashioned.
There are some good bits. Colman Domingo is fun as the "revolutionary" Hugo and Emily Blunt's a safe pair of hands but there's just so much meh.
At multiple points the bad guys, who have already demonstrated a willingness to murder people, could have ended it all in a hail of bullets and given the stakes probably would have. It tries to avoid action movie answers by simply pretending they don't exist instead of providing better ones.
As it proceeds its message becomes that these better answers do exist but they are self-evident and "left as an exercise for the reader". Which would be great if lots of it wasn't very generic "protagonists being hunted by people in tactical gear in black SUVs and muscle cars while being directed from an operations centre with a huge screen" action. So that message is just left unstated beyond a single word. It's a pretty obvious one but when the most interesting thing about the movie is what happens afterwards there's usually a problem.
Yawn 6/10. Maybe I'd be kinder to it on a rewatch but I just found myself stopping caring during the car chases etc.