A poor, long-winded Australian sci-fi, 2067 fails to ignite.

The world is dying. The only vestiges of the human race still alive survive – just – underground, if you can call that living.

Oxygen is in short supply and people run around with industrial masks affixed to their faces.

The controlling force is a company called Chronicorp and heading up the operation is Regina (Deborah Mailman).

One of the brightest young talents is Ethan Whyte (Kodi Smit-McPhee), who has had a tortured past.

After his father, Richard (Aaron Glenane) – the chief scientist looking for a permanent solution to mankind’s crisis – arranged to have a thick bracelet embedded in his eight-year-old son’s arm, he left without trace.

Soon after, Ethan’s mother befell an ugly fate and since then Ethan’s closest ally has been Jude (Ryan Kwanten), another Chronicorp employee, who is a decade or so older than Ethan.

Now, with Ethan having grown into a young adult himself, the future comes a callin’.

Radio waves have bounced back asking for Ethan to chance a dangerous journey into the unknown courtesy of a collider (a particle accelerator).

But to do so, he must leave his sick wife, something he is most reluctant to do.

Still, the future of mankind is on the line, so Ethan really has no choice.

But when he does, indeed, arrive in the future what confronts him – namely his own skeleton – is shocking, to say the least.

Soon after, Jude, too, finds a way through the time warp and there are nefarious forces in play.

What a load of bunkum!

The plot is lazy and confusing, the dialogue trite and riddled with cliches and the acting pedestrian and lacking credibility.

In large measure, 2067 looks like a home project.

Talent is wasted on a script as thin as it is dull, not aided by the direction.

The writer and director is Seth Larney.

Not even the usually reliable Smit-McPhee and Kwanten can pull this one off.

As for Mailman, the less said the better. It was just a bridge too far. She didn’t stand a chance.

The sets purporting to show the future just don’t cut it either.

The whole thing points to a tinpot operation.

In short, there is absolutely nothing of value to see here ... and what there is is seemingly interminable.

Don’t torture yourself. Avoid 2067.

Rated M, 2067 scores a 1 out of 10.