Frequently brilliant director Boorman--always an interesting visual stylist--falls flat on his face with this pretentious piece of science-fiction claptrap that presents its dull ideas in such a confused and annoying fashion as to anger even the most devoted fan of the genre. The year is
2293, and Earth has been divided into two distinct camps. The Brutals are a race of crude, violent people who live in a desolated area known as the Outlands. Their population is kept under control by an elite group of killers known as the Exterminators. The Exterminators worship a pagan god called
Zardoz who comes to them in the form of a giant stone head that floats into their dom...