As the ant footage accumulates, it's remarkable how much foreboding and significance it seems to take on, despite the fact that the exact reasons behind *why* it's foreboding or significant remains veiled from the viewer. Davenport, as the increasingly mad scientist, anchors most of the human interaction (even when he's not present) and by the end we're left with an almost-haunting series of end-of-the-world images.
As might be expected from Mr. Bass, this film is at its best when dealing with miniature drama. The insect scenes are rather astonishing; surprisingly moving and lacking the documentary feel which, to me, seemed inevitable. The human scenes resemble something between The Thing and Solyaris, reflective and resigned yet desperate and mournful. Hardly, to my mind, a masterpiece, but check it out if it intrigues you.