|Jeff Goldblum just realizes he's made another turkey|
The problem is that where Roland Emmerich used to make films for teenage boys he now let's them write the script with the result that characters are nonexistent and events trail off into nothingness. For example a huge fight inside a space ship is spectacular and then just is dropped and then picked up with no sense of how we got there. The number of aliens comes and goes, the number of hips come and go. The shields come and go. None of it makes sense on its own terms.
The film creates a frustration because you can't even go with it on its own terms. Its not just operating in its own universe, its creating as it goes on and destroying what went before. As an audience member you'll be doing head palms- and then staring at the screen in disbelief as the plot spontaneously creates itself in ways so unnatural that uptight conservative pundits will call for it to be prohibited by law.
This film is a film that cries out for the Rifftrax guys or lots of drunk friends- otherwise avoid it.