A vision of a heaven preoccupied with earthly matters to the point of near-ridiculousness (the trial sequence seems a bit long-winded on first watch). As a whole, it’s much more intriguing visually than philosophically. Undoubtedly, my least favorite of the Powell-Pressburger films I’ve seen thus far (and I've seen some great ones: Black Narcissus, The Red Shoes, Peeping Tom).
This is my first experience with a Paul W.S. Anderson film and though Anderson makes full use of the 3-D potential of the volcano and also provides some decent action sequences, I don't think this film can be justifiably labelled anything more than mediocre. All that Anderson and company creates visually is unfortunately accompanied by stereotypical characters, predictable plot points, and terribly uninspired dialogue. There is more to a movie than its writing, but it nearly cripples the film here.