Finally, a low-budget SF flick that actually has original ideas, instead of being an inane reworking of old Twilight Zone episodes. The Sticky Fingers of Time is not a great film by any means -- it's handicapped by several of the things endemic to ultra-low-budget filmmaking : lack of extras and the hermetic feel that arises, inconsistent acting (James Urbaniak is great and Temura Matthews and Nicole Zaray are fine as Tucker & Drew, but the rest of the cast ....), and obvious corner cutting.
But it does have ideas, and at the core of its convoluted and well-executed (if confusing, like any good time-travel flick) plot lies one of the niftiest metaphysical conceits I've ever seen. To wit : much like genes serve as a template for the body of a human being, there exist similar units that comprise the "code" for the soul of a human being. When a person dies, their code combines with other code to form a new soul. (As Urbaniak's Isaac notes, "Reincarnation in a blender.") Hilary Brougher's writing doesn't just extend to good ideas -- there's a fair amount of wit (most of it courtesy of Urbaniak; did I mention he's a lot to fun to watch in this?) involved as well. It's also one of the rare films with a gay/lesbian relationship where the characters' sexual orientation is regarded as just another background detail.