Misery In The Living Room
The acting here is hollow, but even good actors can't make a bad script bearable. So I will cut to the chase and blame Jeff F. King (writer) for this bittersweet sci/fi [stuff].

A man who is too busy for his wife finds out she is pregnant, only for the audience to soon learn they *both* look glum because she has cancer. Their oncologist advises that the child probably won't survive to term and without chemotherapy post haste, the poor woman will die.

The caring husband (who we already hate because he's a workaholic wife-neglector) thinks things over. Boldly throwing caution, finances and chemotherapy to the wind, he comes to the conclusion that there's no better time than the present for a second honeymoon in beautiful Bermuda!
Once there, they rent a fishing charter from a grumpy old stereotype of a skipper and motor off into the sunset. Hubby throws the romantic hook "Just think of it as an RV, without a hundred people trying to pass you." Audience: think of it as an RV with an inescapable diesel stench on hydraulic lifts that won't stop rocking even when you're sleeping. These things are built for fishing, not pleasure cruises. Anyhow, our doomed couple can't seem to get into the romantic groove. The wife won't drink because she's too self-absorbed thinking about cancer and her unborn child. Our sensitive hero goes below deck for a moment, and...
The power goes out! Wife stands on the bow and stares, captivated by a magnificent electrical storm. Suddenly, she is gone. Hubby is at a loss, since all he saw and heard was malfunctioning electrical equiment.

Husband is soon at the center of a missing persons investigation. Determined to find his wife, he enlists the help of the grumpy old skipper. Skipper introduces Hubby to Tesla-disciple and science community outcast "Charly." With hubby's finances, Skipper's superb seamanship and Charly's wacky gadgets, our rogue's gallery hatches a plan so crazy that it just might work.

After a near eternity of exposition and needless mechanical preparation shots, our rag-tag explorers of the unknown put propeller to water and head to the coordinates where Wifey went missing. With a quick power-up of Charly's amazing Tesla Orb, they find themselves in a slightly off-color, acoustically-annoying altered reality where phantom islands appear and disappear like bad effects elements.

Hubby tears off without a whit of concern for the teammates who got him here and explores. He finds a child who loves to run from things and can cut a few wicked improv riffs from a conch shell. The boy finally quits running when he leads Hubby to, you guessed it, Wifey. The Wife is obviously great. She explains that the boy is theirs. How can it be?!?! Time in this altered reality "moves very quickly, and almost not at all." (I've said more lucid and plausible things in more easily-achieved altered realities.) Charly is quick to exclaim "Einstein was right!" Translation: "Audience, accept this. It all fits into Einstein's Special Theory of Incoherent Storytelling." Elsewhere, scruffy old Skipper finds his lost love and decides that Green Acres is the place to be.
The heart-wrenching conclusion of this sprawling missing persons adventure is that Hubby can't stay, for reasons Wifey won't explain. All we know is that he has to take the kid and jet along with Charly back to life, back to reality. His happy-as-ever wife must remain on the enchanted isle if she doesn't want to get sick again.
Husband gets stuck trying to explain how he lost his wife, searched for her, lost the skipper and gained one ten-year-old mute he'd like to call "Son." Odd. Bermuda authorities are stumped, and don't consider the husband a threat. Records are sealed and stored away in the Bermuda Police Department archives, along with countless other nauseating scripts dealing with mysterious happenings off their fair shores.

Granted, this is Sci/Fi, but even the solely human story elements are completely unrealistic. Characters behave irrationally to serve a chaotic and tenuous plot. This film threw out all the rules of good storytelling and innovated nothing in the process. Indeed, it deserves an "F" and all the negative and demeaning things one can think of beginning with said letter.

If you like Sci Fi, then you will like this one
This is what one might consider as a Sci Fi "B"-movie, but not a bad one, by any means. There are plenty of movies out there with larger budgets, more famous actors/actresses, better locations and equipment, and much worse plotlines. This movie demonstrates original thinking and a few new twists. Its true, there are no famous actors nor actresses here ... and the ending is a little weak, but the cast members look good and give above average performances. I also thought the movie had some fairly decent special effects. I enjoyed it and I believe any REAL Sci Fi nut would too.

According to Mt Bumba, it seems we should just throw out objective criticism and replace it with personal feelings. This doesn't help anyone, dude.

B-Class
Is the only way to describe this movie, and not in the good way. Basically, no-name actor husband loses his no-name actress wife in an electical storm. He is blamed for the murder by the no-name detective. He finds a no-name female scientist and teams up with her to find his wife. And no name actors are alright if they are good. This cast is far from it. The lame ending, the lame story, the lame acting, the lame comedy, the lame emotion, and the lame drama (so basically everything)prevent this movie from being good; or average; or tolerable; or bad; or horrible.