Set in Nome, Alaska, The Fourth Kind consists of two different versions of the exact same story - and I do mean exact. A rare mixture between 'archival' footage and the re-enactments done by our Hollywood professionals seems simple enough. However, the way in which director Olatunde Osunsanmi opts to present both is what gives the film its unusual edge.

At times, the two reels split the screen evenly, showcasing just how accurate our celebrities did. Other scenes carry the audio of one film; complimenting the footage of another. Quick back and forth switches are a regularity early on, slowly becoming more rare approaching the film's reveal.

Occasional name bleeping and face blurs give the film an unusual feel, prompting one girl in the audience to gasp at its first unveiling. The theater was dead silent, and the result was a stressed chuckle from most of the other watchers; though it would be the last smile or laugh heard for the next two hour period.

Milla Jovovich does a phenomenal job bringing the distraught and frustrated Dr. Abigail Tyler to the big screen. Her mannerisms, stern delivery, and persistence allow her to represent a woman complicated by the strife for independence yet faltering with an unfathomable vulnerability. Co-star Will Patton does a satisfactory job as well; though his on-screen time is highly limited, making his overall appeal not nearly as strong.

The true events revealed in the footage occurred in 1972. Aliens are involved, as is a video camera, a sleep depravation study, and a remarkably vulnerable family. The combined effects are what make the film so intense and addicting. I mean, sure there are moments where you just sit there, not believing a single ounce of the information given to you. But for every one of those moments, there is an instance that forces you to think, even questioning your own beliefs.

Take for instance the moment where we get a freeze frame on the hypnosis of our lead character, the 'real' Dr. Emily Tyler. The up heaving of her chest, the null state of her eyes; they are extremely convincing in their plea for authenticity. And in the good fun of a movie fan, I couldn't help but grant them the benefit of the doubt - even if for only a few short moments.

As I sat there listening to the audio recordings following the revelation that serves as the conclusion to the film, I couldn't help but smile. Not only had the movie been successful in ransacking my brain for answers to questions I didn't even know, but the creative side of the presentation earned my respect.

Whether you entertain Milla Jovovich's warning when she proclaims that 'what you see may be extremely disturbing,' or let it pass along with the cool fall breeze; that decision is up to you. But when the screen goes black and discussion circulates outside of the theater, you must make a choice: Do you believe in the fourth kind?