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The Seventh Sign Reviews

Willem Dafoe (THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST) wasn't the only actor to play Jesus in a major motion picture in 1988. Jurgen Prochnow had the same honor in this truly odd--and truly terrible--biblical horror epic. Calling himself David for some unexplained reason, Christ wanders a troubled world, cracking, one by one, the seals on seven ancient parchments that detail the catastrophes leading up to--you guessed it--the Apocalypse. As each seal is broken, the described disaster occurs, usually in political hot spots like the Middle East, where a desert village is suddenly encased in ice. David shows up on the doorstep of pregnant Abby Quinn (Demi Moore), who lives in that other well-known global trouble spot, Venice, California. He wants to rent her garage apartment and, since he's in the neighborhood, claim her unborn child in order to bring on the seventh, and final, catastrophe--the stillbirth of a baby without a soul. As if that weren't enough to fill 97 minutes, Father Lucci (Peter Friedman) is also following the progress of the Apocalypse with an unhealthy relish, just a step behind Christ. THE SEVENTH SIGN almost qualifies as a guilty pleasure. With its fast-moving profusion of subplots, it's frequently silly but never boring. Gaping plot holes are everywhere and add to the amusement. Moreover, director Carl Schultz and cinematographer Juan Ruiz Anchia pull out the stops when it comes to visual flourishes. Breathtaking special effects, gorgeous matte shots, stylish chiaroscuro lighting, and fluidly ominous camera movements abound to no great effect, but they're great fun to watch.