The Box Office Bashing Season: 2003 to 2014
Damn. There goes my "Blowing, more like." review.
The last 20 minutes are mostly awful. Nicolas Cage is pretty terrible except when he's shouting and running. It's a clumsy mish-mash of religious metaphors, numerology, truther nonsense, alien conspiracy silliness and dodgy science. It's clearly all been stuck together with cellotape and barely hangs together for its two hour duration. It just about does though and emerges as something that really did entertain me enormously.
I didn't know beforehand it was directed by Alex Proyas. This did worry me because although I liked The Crow and quite enjoyed I, Robot, I really didn't think much of his most acclaimed film, Dark City at…