Pretty lackluster until the end which pits man's creation against God's.
"I have taken the refuse of your God's failures and I have triumphed!"
This is still haunting me a day after re-watching. It's always Brad Dourif's screaming that flashes in my memory, or a large, pastel field with a black giant tracing across it; his sudden appearance and predatory, hawk-dive into relentlessness. Taylor-Compton's maligned performance registers as what it is: the portrayal of a wreck of a person, her innards so carved out that it could only inevitably be filled by darkness. Like a long epilogue to the first film, by re-stating their…
Viewed on a MacPro against a window with the lights from an opposing apartment building in the background, on a chair with a pillow and a non-cinephile friend, mint cookies, and a jar of knock-off nutella. This time I was immersed in the movements of the grass and the occasional flitting bird or insect, constant appearances of figures in the distance, Viggo's collapse followed by the earth taking him like a sand whirlpool in INVADERS FROM MARS, the dog found…