Dir.: Peter Hyams
Plot: Don't be daft...
Well, here comes Christmas, and with it one of my absolute favourite holiday turkeys. Near-millenium fever can surely be the only reason this thing ever got made, cashing in as it does on the apocalyptic overtones suggested by approach of the year 2000.
God, this is such a bad film. However, this was my second viewing, so I knew this fact already and yet still taped the damn thing and watched it with my younger brother from start to finish. What I'm getting at, then, is that whilst by all artistic levels (also scientific, religious and general intelligence levels) this is a pisspoor movie, I still enjoy it tremendously. Arnie actually puts in a fairly thoughtful performance at times - okay, his delivery is always going to be stiff, but he manages to produce some tears - as some kind of bereaved cop (I admit I never have paid a huge amount of attention) trying to stop the Devil from impregnating a mortal woman at the moment of the new Millenium, thus establishing his reign over Earth (stick with me here). There are even tears at one particular high-point. Good gravy.
