Review – The Seventh Sign

The theological (and pseudo-theological) end of the world stuff here is sort of fun. The Demi Moore stuff is not. Guess which one occupies the most screen time. Particularly toward the beginning, the drama is composed of Jurgen Prochnow as a combination Angel of Death and Second Coming of Christ bringing about the terrible miracles of the Book of Revelation. It’s spooky stuff. But then the picture gets bogged down in a mire about Moore’s fear that her baby will be born without a soul, thus cementing the inevitability of the end times. Mildly amusing