“We have to blow up the Grand Canyon!”
There is mysterious sheet music. Unremitting attacks lead to long lasting consequences. As the movie goes on it becomes absolutely horrible as a demon apocalypse unfolds. The Medina sub-plot bores. Blood flies and this is puerile and underlit. People’s tendency to rebel can go awry. After the dramatic introduction it peters out as a demon and its ideological supporters lurk. Also women take their tops off for no clear reason.
“He thought Ricky Martin was hip.”
“He’s hospitalised more nerds than asthma.”
“Keeps trying to baptise me in my sleep.”
“They sprayed us with piss! Again!”
“He hates you too.”
“When’s the devil’s hour?”
People yell down old phones and Caleb tries to be tough, Made up computer technology is used. A scientist stole technology and brought it onto a plane. There is really bad VFX and bad acting as the tech goes awry on said plane. There is babble about teleportation and Caleb goes hysterical. There is talk of null space and another dimension and time travel and the chronology bending plot bores. This was fulsomely dull. It’s like a bad ripoff of Stephen King’s ‘The Langoliers’.
There is dissent and naked opportunism and no moral concerns. People gets deeply angry and this is consistently fine as nasty, mean, petty, seemingly ordinary people get intense as they want that job. A chav is properly evil. Needlessly stupid types are uncritical Chilling admissions are made. A mysterious pandemic is raging outside causing accumulative stress.
Criticism is stifled. This is not absolutely terrifying as there is a culture of acceptance and immovable attitudes and devastating consequences. This is a devastating indictment of the rat race. Some people are wholly dismissive of sense and people are unconcerned with morals. There are no constructive relations just retaliatory acts. This becomes a theatre of the absurd
There is no logic as there is continued arrogance and complete disregard by the chav. There is aggressive language. The job interview turns into an ethical minefield. There is no moral code, but there is long term disaster. The character who gets the job turns out to be the one who is uniquely alone and emotionally arctic. This was an okay tale of unchecked bad behaviour. Desire for the job turns everyone feral with internal conflict and off-centred minds. Which was intended. But what will the unbearable hopeless suffering lead to?
“Pawns of the god.”
“What did you just do?”
“They deserve you.”
Anna Farris isn’t in this. Opportunistic and self-regarding types lurk. This was not tightly structured or grippingly paced. There are sinister schemes and people’s integrity is constantly placed under threat. This has the structural integrity of candyfloss. There are emotional disasters all round as there is perfunctory characterization and clunking dialogue in this self-satisfied movie.
“How’s your sister?”
“Deserve parents who aren’t decomposing.”
“Even the dog knows it.”
“I have heard of evolution. It’s immoral.”
“Monster? We’re British you know.”
The cult didn’t maintain hope. Christ was supposed to return in 1993. The cult is still going having changed its name. Contraception was banned. The family are emotional and heartfelt as they talk about flirty fishing and stripteases and face slut shaming. Medicine and education was banned. One of the family’s children died of Lupus. There was more abuse and some parts are unclear. What happened to the father of the family?
“Doomed to destruction.”
“3 sheets of toilet paper. No more.”
“Why hasn’t Simon left?”
“Daddy said no.”
“Not allowed to read books.”
“Share your body.”