Diverting B-movie on a blockbuster budget, with the usual post-2001 zeitgeist stuff baked in. Iffy things here and there, but on the whole, its apocalypse is evocative, its tense moments suitably suspenseful. A perfectly serviceable globe-trotting thriller.
So many characters for a 90min movie! Stick with it; eventually, it all starts to make sense. Railroad robbery! Apple pie! James Stewart on the accordion! (Proving that people loudly playing their music in train carriages is by no means a modern phenomenon.) And its gold-soaked Technirama photography looks great. What's Technirama? you say...
TECHNIRAMA is Technicolor Motion Picture Corporation's contribution to the ever-widening search for the ideal large-screen system of motion picture photography and exhibition. In the photographic process…
"Jesus Christ! I was right! I was right! I was right! I was bloody right!" I said calmly, jumping up and down (does one jump down?), upon reading the credits.
Because an hour and a half into this film, following a tragic scene, Emily Dickinson is sitting alone in a room. Elsewhere in the house, someone's playing the piano. And I'm thinking, Man this sounds really familiar...
I mean, it sounds like "I'm All Alone" from Spamalot. But that would…
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The slave who became a freedman.
The freedman who became a servant.
The servant who became a Christian.
The Christian who became a (small-time haberdasher and) fugitive.
The fugitive who became a prisoner.
The prisoner who became a fugitive again.
The fugitive who became a potter.
The potter who became a prisoner.
The prisoner who became a slave.
The slave who became a gladiator, but a pacifist one.
The gladiator, but a pacifist one, who got a new side gig…