BOOOOOOOOOO!
Just to warn you, I am angry, and this review contains spoilers. I don’t even care, I hate this movie.
I am seriously reconsidering revoking Nicolas Cage’s 2008 Man of the Year status. I know, however, that I couldn’t ever erase his past glory, but he is tarnishing his good name with the release of this utter piece of new-age born again nonsense that is Knowing.
The story deals with some end-times bullshit, and there are aliens which are really angels, and at one point a moose is on fire in some child’s hallucinatory vision. There are numbers that equate every major disaster, and somehow, Nicolas Cage walks through the flaming wreckage of an airline crash and survives, oh and he also is a passenger on the most deadly subway crash in history, which practically kills everyone in NYC, and he survives that too. The ending scene is such a low blow, with a family of “believers” affirming that even though they were “left behind,” they haven’t reached the end. And then some boy and girl are running through some Garden of Eden paradise, with, get this, a tree of life. It was all so subtle, I almost didn’t even get it.
With visuals straight out of Latter Day Saint’s Advocate, Knowing acts like a pompous prick who just told you how things are gonna be, and then stares at you all smugly like he just kicked you in the balls with the force of his information, but little does he know, he is totally wrong on all counts. This movie is a compassionateless piece of propaghandic tomfoolery, whose morality is completely nonsensical.
I was and am so angry about this movie, it took me two weeks just to write this review. As a matter of fact and principle, I am seriously considering never, ever seeing another Nicolas Cage movie again for the rest of my life.
Seriously, Cage, I expected this from Kirk Cameron, but not from you, man. Not from you.
