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In a prettier place a street preacher stands sentry on the side of the road piloting a sandwich board. It says The End Is Coming. It used to say something else, but, after the seventh bottle of what he has anosmically decided was juice hit his head he decided that the Lord has many important messages and each one deserves a chance in the spotlight of the freighter headlamps.
Here, subtlety is nowhere to be found. If there is even the faintest hint of tension, the sky erupts. Rain, thunder, lightning. Again and again. And again. Any symbolism that might have emerged naturally is instead bludgeoned into the viewer. The film doesn’t trust you to notice meaning; it insists on screaming it at you.
I remember being eighteen or nineteen years old, alone in my room, awake until the early hours of the morning, poring over video after video of debris and smoke and people falling from the sky and different angles of collisions and flames and collapsing buildings
