Combining stunningly inept film-making and obnoxious religious zealotry, this shot-on-video quickie manages to make the Apocalypse look, well, not really all that bad.
Compared to, say, a radiation-scared Jason Robards stumbling through the smoking ruins of a nuked Kansas City in "The Day After" - this Peter & Paul Lalonde vision of the End Of Everything looks positively cheery and stress-free. Everyone is well scrubbed during the Tribulation and look like they get plenty of rest and regular meals. Sure, there's a bit of bother with the Antichrist, but that more-or-less sorts itself out and, anyway, the One World Order doesn't seem to affect anyones day-to-day routine like a 10 megaton thermonuclear weapon tends to.
The only thing that saves this film is, well, nothing. Nothing saves this film. Sorry. I can't lie. "Apocalypse" is a complete waste of video tape from back to front. The wooden acting is unwatchable, the sets are poverty stricken and the script is lowest-common-denominator god-bothering trash that alternates between laughable and hackneyed.
There are plays written by 7th graders that have more depth and nuance than this miserable pile of dime-store eschatology. But the absolute worst is the film's smug expectation of forbearance. It permeates every wretched frame like a sulfurous stink. "Apocalypse" expects it's audience to forgive it's definitive lack of anything even remotely resembling competence because it's intentions are good.
And we all know which road is paved with good intentions.
Compared to, say, a radiation-scared Jason Robards stumbling through the smoking ruins of a nuked Kansas City in "The Day After" - this Peter & Paul Lalonde vision of the End Of Everything looks positively cheery and stress-free. Everyone is well scrubbed during the Tribulation and look like they get plenty of rest and regular meals. Sure, there's a bit of bother with the Antichrist, but that more-or-less sorts itself out and, anyway, the One World Order doesn't seem to affect anyones day-to-day routine like a 10 megaton thermonuclear weapon tends to.
The only thing that saves this film is, well, nothing. Nothing saves this film. Sorry. I can't lie. "Apocalypse" is a complete waste of video tape from back to front. The wooden acting is unwatchable, the sets are poverty stricken and the script is lowest-common-denominator god-bothering trash that alternates between laughable and hackneyed.
There are plays written by 7th graders that have more depth and nuance than this miserable pile of dime-store eschatology. But the absolute worst is the film's smug expectation of forbearance. It permeates every wretched frame like a sulfurous stink. "Apocalypse" expects it's audience to forgive it's definitive lack of anything even remotely resembling competence because it's intentions are good.
And we all know which road is paved with good intentions.