SURTALCHILGAAN DEER DARAHAD ARILJ KINO GARNA.
Every so often, A VISUAL impacts wizard transforms into an incredible executive, the prime case being David Fincher. Be that as it may, as a general rule, abilities with a mouse don’t mean the bull horn, bringing about revolting trainwrecks like Stefen Fangmeier’s Eragon, Stan Winston’s Pumpkinhead and now this introduction by Scott Stewart, a veteran of ILM.
The mystery blurb, with Paul Bettany as a heavenly attendant with a Uzi, was powerfully ignorant. The trailer, bragging an evil spirit granny and swarms of executioner seraphs, guaranteed a senseless impact. Be that as it may, the film itself is a devastating dissatisfaction — unambitious, po-confronted, heavily paced and savage dull.
God has pronounced war on Earth, sending His blessed armed force to destroy all mankind. However, beside an introduction, the activity is restricted to a US burger joint, populated by characters that are scarcely 1-D. As the surly proprietor, Dennis Quaid proceeds with his mission to be the most noticeably bad thing in terrible movies. Tyrese Gibson is (yawn) a rap-cherishing renegade with a handgun and a child mother. Furthermore, Lucas Black and Adrianne Palicki make an absolutely unappealing lead twosome (the last is fundamentally an even less engaging, chubbier Carmen Electra)
as the gatekeepers of a child will’s identity the world’s deliverer (however, confusingly, a radio communicate in the third demonstration infers there are a lot of different survivors past the cafe).
It’s hard to think about any of them, particularly when the exchange is so agonizingly level and the story beats so subordinate of the initial two Terminators (also Tales From The Crypt: Demon Knight). All the more egregiously, the high-idea set-up is wasted. Bettany stays in human frame 99 for each penny of the time, while that shot in the trailer of an entire force of great animals ends up being from a flashback.
Beside an end fight between Bettany’s Michael and Kevin Durand’s Gabriel (in which, to be reasonable, the last deploys a heavenly mace with cutting apparatus connection), there’s valuable little blessed messenger on-holy messenger activity. Rather, God has conveyed heaps of moderate, rearranging zombies who make for simple gun grain. All things considered, He moves in strange ways…