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How, in the name of all that's holy, did this film ever get
distribution? It looks as if it has been shot on someone's mobile phone
and takes the screaming girl victim scenario to whole new depths. They
literally scream for the full 90 minutes of the movie. And that's all
they do. There is no plot, no tension, no characters, and not a lot of
acting. Just screaming and more screaming.
I gave up after fifteen minutes and fast-wound through it to see if anything happened. It doesn't - except for screaming, of course. Odlly enough, the act of going through it on fast forward highlights another problem - there is no camera-work to speak of. Every shot looks like every other shot - middle distance, one angle, dull, dull, DULL.
It's not so bad it's good. It's just plain bad.
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As I don't have a TV, and had never heard of this mini-series, I didn't
know what to expect from The Second Coming and hired it purely on the
strength of its plot synopsis, which sounded interesting.
Dear God! (Every pun intended.) If someone told me that this had been written by a class of thirteen year olds who had been given the project of turning the second coming into a school play I wouldn't have been surprised.
Why, oh why did they decide to portray Jesus mark II as what amounted to an idiot savant? Is there anything in any of the gospels to suggest this? Okay, an ordinary bloke, but a Great Northern Moron. I don't think so.
Apparently all Jesus did to impress people was his miracles, because according to this take his preaching sure as hell never impressed anyone. Certainly without the night into day stunt Mr Jesus Eccleston would have been floundering without a canoe, a paddle or any kind of following at all.
And the odd little gay polemics put in willy-nilly, without rhyme or reason. Other than, of course, Russell waving to his QAF fan base. Jesus turns up in the pub to recruit 'disciples' (more gormless Northern losers and, of course, the gay writer's standby - the harpy woman, nag, nag, nagging away). Gay rights are rammed down his throat to no real purpose, almost like Russell thought he 'owed it to the lads' to put Jesus on the spot.
I can't really see the real Jesus coming out with "Well, I've nothing against it personally, mate." Only someone truly middle class and woolly could imagine Jesus to be quite this wet.
And don't start me on the ending. 'Please come in and eat rat poison because the only way we can be truly free is if God dies'.
It was like an Eddie Izzard sketch of God as Bill Gates. "Hello, I'm Bill Gates, and now you've pointed out to me that my global domination is cramping your style I'm going to give it all to you, my customers." And eat the rat poison, of course.
I'm often mystified by the ratings on IMDb, but the high rating on this one takes the biscuit.
Never mind Jesus for the new millennium - this is Jesus for brainless MTV lads.
God help us all indeed.
Revelations was a fabulous 'soap' that deserves to be far better known,
, covering material that maybe appears on other soap operas, but with a
style and verve they usually completely lack.
Running the gamut of covert incest, homosexuality, sibling rivalry, infidelity, illegitimate children, drugs, revenge and murder it resembled nothing more than a Jacobean drama disguised as a late-night soap.
I've never seen a TV drama quite like it before or since.
It was also remarkably well cast with fabulous performances from all the leads, but particularly from Stephen Mapes as a wonderfully fragile, over-cosetted and very sexy Gabriel. I've never understood why he hasn't achieved more fame as an actor.
I enjoy very little TV - it's not my entertainment of choice - but this was a stand-out for me (along with Dangerous Lady - another underrated masterpiece).
If you like dark stories with sub-rosa story lines about repressed and hidden feelings you'll love this.
Someone needs to issue this on DVD and get it the recognition it deserves. A true cult classic in waiting.
Badly overdubbed (very), overlong fight sequences, too many fight sequences, a horribly Disneyesque monster, a very irritating heroine (only the villains are remotely interesting), a frighteningly cliched red Indian and plot holes you could drive a truck through. Its success makes me sad.
If you want a Dracula with no menace and the screen charisma of a gnat plus to see a lot more jumping and leaping and hanging from wires a la Matrix (again) then you've come to the right place. It frightens me to think that in such an overcrowded industry that somebody got the money to make this film - even worse that somebody actually wrote it this bad and still got someone to give them the money. Oh, and you better like Virgin because they're in it more often than the vampires. Avoid.
I don't know whether the previous comments on this film show how badly the film was marketed (I never saw any advertising for it) or whether they're a terrible condemnation of just how tunnel-visioned people can be. This is only a horror film in the sense that Macbeth is or The Godfather. It's about the horror of monstrosity, particularly the monstrosity inside ourselves. It's not about cannibalism, nor is it a black comedy. It has those things in it, but they are not it's raison d'etre. It's about the horror of war, conquest, taking things which don't belong to you with the sole justification that that's how you get ahead in life. You have what the other man has literally by consuming it. The hero of this film is branded a coward when really all he's done is preserved himself from the madness going on around him, a fight in which he has no part, just like this one. And yet, I see reviewers here referring to his 'cowardice' as a given. They haven't even got to first base about questioning whether he might not actually be a coward in the first place. It looks like everybody's checked their brains in at the door with this one. I'm glad I never directed this movie, it would be soul-destroying to be this misunderstood. It's a great movie. Savage, brutal,poetic. You watch the whole thing with your mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief. It's a feast for the eyes and ears and has one of the most fey, eerie qualities I've ever seen in a film. It's a masterpiece and I would urge anyone out there who can leave their preconceptions and genre expectations at home to see it. Give yourself a treat - be amazed.
This is an incredibly dated film. Stick Errol Flynn in this movie and you're off. Some great imagination in it, and a great spider but PLEASE this film has the worst role ever given to a woman. Considering it was made in '83 it's a thousand times more unforgivable. And as for the end it looks like all over the galaxy kings and queens still always have sons who will rule the Universe. Worse than sad.
Dire beyond belief. Obviously set on the Isle of Man masquerading as the US - very badly - and full of cut-rate British actors who can't do American accents. A monster that looks like an unarticulated promotional cut-out for Alien from a movie store, with the most inflexible feet ever seen. Girls in the shower, undressing, catfighting, blah, blah, blah. You get the idea. Don't watch it, run away, hide, AVOID.
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I just watched this film for the first time and disliked it so much I had to review it to get it off my chest. It is the most morally bankrupt film I've seen in a long time. The only likeable character in the film is Godzilla himself. What's worse is you are obviously supposed to feel sympathy for him, but later in the film !!!!! POSSIBLE SPOILER !!!!!, when his young appear, they are shown as relentless Alien type predators. Then Godzilla reappears and is sympathetic again. His death is played about as tragic as it gets while not one of the humans (perhaps with the exception of Jean Reno's character and the young soldier O'Neil) is remotely sympathetic or has any redeeming features whatsoever - so quite what are we supposed to think? And this is no Starship Troopers either where you are supposed to think twice about the gung-ho aspects - this is just BAD. I spent the whole film rooting for Godzilla to bite everyone's heads off and raze New York to the ground. The film-makers obviously had no idea what they were trying to say other than let's make money. Do not give them another penny in rental or purchase. I've watched war films that were less harrowing. I'm only glad I didn't see it as a kid or it would have upset me for months.
Yes, it's bad for the man who made Carrie, but it's not as bad as it might be. A lot of it is tongue-in-cheek (witness the long tracking shot of the pet psychologist explaining split personalities) and it has some terrific bizarre moments, not least the scariest drowning-in-a-car scene in film history. It's a very weird movie and John Lithgow gives a great camp performance in it. I don't know if Brian set out to make a schlocky trash movie but that's what he did, and as such, it's fun. Watch it and see.
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