End Of Days
End Of Days
Directed by: Peter Hyams
Written by: Andrew W. Marlowe
Starring: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Gabriel Byrne, Kevin Pollak
When the preview for End of Days first came out, I was getting pretty pumped up for opening day. Finally, here was a comedy that would wipe away the tears of shame that I had shed earlier in the year. Tears shed from such dismal attempts at humour found in such boring movies as “Austin Powers 2″ and… something else. The makers of End of Days were billing the movie as a religious action movie. I saw clear through this charade though and came to recognize the movie as an intellectual farce where Arnie had at last come of age as a comedic genius.
A remark made by my scriptwriting professor saying that the movie was worth seeing just to see Arnold cry only enforced my earlier suspicions. However, I was wrong.
When I went to see the film at a local two dollar theatre, I was given the privilege of seeing one of Arnold’s worst performances to date. How sad. In the movie, Arnold plays a washed up cop that has lost his wife and daughter. Due to this unfortunate “Act of God”, Arnold loses his faith and takes the whole situation personally against the Big Guy. As the end of the millennium approaches, the Devil himself is released unto the earth from his thousand year prison and understandably is quite horny. For some reason not totally explained, the situation has it that if the Devil lays this one chick, then he’ll finally defeat God and get to rule all of creation. Now I know sex is a profound and powerful experience, but this powerful?? I think not. However, I was willing to play along just to see Arnold go head to head with Satan himself in a climatic battle of the souls whose outcome was determined by the fate of this one woman. Basically, Satan had to screw her to win . That in itself should have been worth a couple of laughs.
Instead, the movie dragged on in uninspiring religious discussions and pointless action sequences that turned priests into hit men and Arnie into a big softie that the Devil could have squashed in the first thirty minutes if this were real life. However, this wasn’t real life. As usual, Arnie got to shine in the end but he projected a pale shadow of his former self. I barely recognized him.
Gone were the amusing traditional Arnie one-liners other then a quip here or there. Gone were the impossible feats of superhuman prowess that Arnold showered unto the audience until you could only laugh at their absolute ridicule. Even the accent seemed a little less Austrian sounding then usual.
I must say that my final conclusion for End of Days was a drooping thumbs down. The movie did not inspire any religious bone in my body. [Note from Sean: Do you mean you gave it a bone down?] I am also afraid to say that this may be the beginning of the end for Mr. Schwarzenegger’s motion picture career. Perhaps he should quietly leave the set now and move on to his much rumored political career.
If Arnold ever becomes president, then and only then will I have the faith again to say “God help us all”. — Peter Meneguzzi

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