Hollywood has to build giant, elaborate machines that take up whole floors of an old factory building to detect the slightest communication from God.
The rest of us mere mortals have a soul to do that.
Hello, but the messages this secret cabal of assassins receives from the Godhead are to kill people. Apparently they’re messages from the underworld and Satan. Hollywood itself is a giant machine and, in totality, a message from Satan.
I have a problem with this secret society’s methods. They have to beat the living crap out of a poor guy, driving him to the brink of death (maybe beyond, it’s hard to tell) — and repeatedly — for him to get the knack of this new faith-based skill of his.
Sure, maybe mankind suffered greatly over the millenniums to achieve our faith, but it’s a bit much to cram all that angst into a couple of sessions with a sadistic mentor. Hollywood loves to make faith look like torture.
I like that there are twelve of these elite assassins following their messianic leader on instructions from God, which he alone receives and interprets.
I thought plots like that, however, went out of style with David Koresh and the Branch Davidians, Charles Manson, and Jim Jones sipping kool aid with his followers in Ghana.
The only thing good this film has going for it is Angelina Jolie in action. She grips that weapon like a maniac in the frenzy of penis envy.
This is not a solid enough role for her, though, give the damage it will do to her good girl image with the masturbating, role-playing-game Tomb Raider crowd.
She’s going to have to lift some pretty heavy drama weights after hanging out with this no good, cut throat crew of devil worshipers.
