We are apparently in the midst of a minor Viking renaissance. In 2007, Marcus Nispel followed up his successful revamp of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre with the little seen Pathfinder. Now comes Outlander, a surreal sci-fi link up of Alien, Predator, Species, and Beowulf. When it stays in space, it works. When it hits the ancient realm of Odin however, it flops around like a landed fish.

On his home the extraterrestrial Kainan (James Caviezel) discovers an alien beast known as a Moorwen onboard his ship. It causes the vessel to crash land in Norway circa the 7th century. After getting his bearings and sending a distress signal, Kainan begins to explore the area. He is soon trapped by warrior Wulfric (Jack Huston) and taken to the fortified stronghold of King Rothgar (John Hurt) and his wild, unwieldy daughter Freya (Sophia Myles).

With the arrival of an ‘outlander’ everyone is on edge. And to make matters worse, it seems like someone – or something – has destroyed the village of enemy leader Gunnar (Ron Perlman). Now he is vowing vengeance. Soon, all the Vikings are teaming up to take on the bloodthirsty Moorwen. Of course, they need Kainan’s help, as only his advanced ideas and strategies can save them...

In the realm of specious speculative fiction, Outlander out-befuddles Battlefield Earth. If movies could be classified as certifiably insane, this would be, almost immediately. Howard McCain, the driving force behind this oddball juxtaposition of Hagar the Horrible and monster movie schlock, must have been experimenting with highly hallucinogenic Swedish meatballs when he manufactured this Valhalla-fever dream. It’s just that bizarre. Like oil and water, the two concepts crammed together here don’t mix. The alien stuff is interesting in a tolerable Man Who Fell to Middle Earth kind of way. Whenever McCain takes us to Kainan’s planet and the battle with the Moorwen, we get lost in all the interstellar overdriving. But the Viking stuff is just laughable, no one appears Nordic. Instead, we get a selection of British and American actors decked out in bad beards and leather body armour. Only Hellboy himself, Ron Perlman, looks at home here, which is more indicative of the actor’s otherworldly looks than careful casting.

How McCain got the green light to make this movie will probably remain a mystery: He must be really good when it comes to pitching his projects. The Passion of Christ’s Caviezel makes for an interesting action lead – he’s more of a compatriot than a conqueror. The fight sequences do have some sizzle. The sloppy CG shots of the Moorwen invasion are intrinsically engaging but the Vikings are so overloaded with testosterone and rage you’d swear they invented steroids. Their brawny, beefy response to everything grows quickly stale.

Had it aimed much higher (totally sombre and serious) or a lot lower (lots of bawdiness, blood, and gore) Outlander might have worked – even the odd melding of eras and ideas could have gelled. As it stands, we are left with inexplicable incompleteness, rendering the entire concept uninvolving and inert. Bill Gibron