End of Days
A review by Chris McCaleb
No doubt someone felt
really clever somewhere in Hollywood for managing to schedule this film to be
released so close to the end of 1999. It probably seemed like a really
good idea for a horror film about the end of the world to play right into the
well-established end of the world fears already running rampant. Think of the
BOX OFFICE, man!
Here's the problem
with that. End of Days has all the elements in place, then doesn't
really do much to activate all that primal religious dread the boys in
marketing so cleverly counted on. Sure, one of the characters is the Devil, but
Gabriel Byrne's "The Man" character was more like just a slick lawyer
with some mild evil powers. I've seen much scarier Devils.
And I understood that
if Gabriel Byrne was allowed to have sex with Robin Tunney, then there would be
hell to pay - but it never really hit home for me. (Perhaps the problem in
making that the devil's primary desire is that we sympathize too much with it -
and subconsciously want him to succeed!)
Maybe if we'd been allowed to see a glimpse of the hell the Devil
promised, or even some of his neat Devil-powers*. As it is, the infernal one
seems oddly limited by his human body, much like The Headless Horseman was in Sleepy
Hollow.
So, because it's
easier to do than engaging what REALLY scares us about the devil or the end of
the world, we predictably spend time in ratty subways and apartments, and the
movie makes a lame attempt to make a Christ-figure out of Schwarzeneggar. (And
just so we didn't miss that, they made sure to actually hang him on a church,
his arms outstretched in cruciform pattern.)
I WAS intrigued when
the movie was in the Vatican talking about prophecies read from ancient
scrolls, and no, I didn't mind that their prophecy had a logic problem
concerning time zones. I was enjoying myself when Robin Tunney was seeing
visions (being herself such a rare vision) of strange, shattering doomsayers,
and when a baby was taken away from its mother to be a part of a weird
religious ceremony in the basement.
But it was there that
the End of Days imagination begins to slack off. From there it became
rather predictable and not at all that scary, although some of the stunts were
neat. Also, the movie assumes that the only reason we like Arnold Schwarzeneggar
is because of his action hero side. That's not true - he's an entertaining actor
that can do more than that.
APP rates End of
Days See this film on video if your first choice has already been rented.
*Besides the flammable
pee.
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