The story concerns a group of young adults who had "night terrors" as young kids. It seems that a group of aliens, known only as "they," marked the youngsters. "They" are now back to collect them.

Relying on creepy music, hazy lighting, strange camera angles, running rats, and suddenly shut doors to spook the audience, the movie consists of wall-to-wall clichés. To pass the time, I found myself enjoying the story's numerous illogical elements. My favorite comes when the film's lithe blonde, Julia Lund, asks her boyfriend to inspect her body. Since she knows that a certain visible mark on it is a sure sign that she's about to be killed, she wants him to look closely. Does she take off all of her clothes as she does when they make love in a subsequent scene? No. She leaves on her bra and panties. Maybe these are modest monsters who wouldn't think of touching a girl's more private areas.

"I'm embarrassed, but I'll get over it," says Laura Regan, who plays Julia. And so will the rest of the actors. This turkey isn't their fault. Their acting is perfectly acceptable, but the movie isn't.

THEY runs 1:37. It is rated PG-13 for "terror/violence, sexual content and language" and would be acceptable for teenagers.