1976's original The Omen, in which Gregory Peck accidentally adopted the son of Satan, was a mildly creepy, well-made, and well-acted shock fest with a hollow core. This remake, like the Antichrist at its center, is a whole lot like its daddy. The film is simply too big for its britches; if it didn't take itself so seriously, it could've been a great popcorn muncher. The cast (including parents Liev Schreiber and Julia Stiles and wet nurse Mia Farrow) is excellent, but the Hand of God is a lousy excuse for gaping plot holes.
Opens at Metro and others, Tues., June 6. Rated R. 110 minutes.
It's hard to believe that when faced with the specter of the Antichrist, the Catholic Church would send, in the world's defense, a single nutso priest (albeit one played with scenery-gnawing bravado by Pete Postlethwaite). If The Da Vinci Code has taught us anything, it's that the Vatican has some muscle at its disposal; call in Opus Dei or something. (Although, in one hilarious scene, a priest gives the Pope a PowerPoint presentation about the apocalypse.)
And what about the spawn of Satan (Seamus Davey-Fitzpatrick)? Though protocol may have been different in 1976, these days if your tyke makes only one creepy facial expression, never speaks, and throws a shit-fit every time you take him to church, you put the little bastard on Prozac.