[Insignificance] rolls along gathering momentum like some enigmatic ball, seemingly going nowhere yet arriving everywhere as it explodes in a shower of illumination.

A true oddity even by the filmmaker's standards, it's a minor masterpiece of American counter-mythology, with the most comically apocalyptic finale since Dr. Strangelove.

It's more of an acting and writing tour de force than a statement on sports, politics, sex symbols or relativity.

Although the film is an enjoyable journey, it is over terrain that has become too familiar.