There are moments when this bloody outer space horror movie feels like it might get as good as Alien, but it never quite makes it. Set in the far future, it’s about a gigantic space ship lost for seven years somewhere around Neptune that sends out a nightmarish radio signal full of people screaming and a creepy guy growling in Latin. Naturally, the government sends out a tiny crew to investigate and die while doing it. Laurence Fishburne is the level-headed captain. Sam Neill is the designer of the lost ship who tags along on the mission and is in denial that there’s much of problem despite the blood all over the walls. 
You might blame Hollywood for ruining this one. The weenies at Paramount rushed it through production and then demanded that director Paul Anderson cut down the gore until all that was left were brief, noisy flashes. The remaining film is still an alright R-rated sci-fi scare-a-thon (the sort of film that was becoming more rare in the late 90s, as studios increasingly wanted PG-13 ratings on these things) that loses steam as it gets closer to the climax.