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The idea that God is 'up there' above the clouds or in some nebulous region of space pulling the strings is absurd. To be fair, the film does eventually get beyond 'God on a cloud' approach. But the decision to use speech synthesis is disastrous, making the narrator sound mentally deficient and idiotic in his profundities. Listening to a book via TTS becomes tiresome after 5 min, listening to this film for 70 min is unbearable. After sitting through the computer-generated "I'm OK". "What the hell", "Damn it", I had a great desire to see Tarkovsky's Solaris, which does a better job dealing with the angst of "Who am I?" in space.

In answer to Octavian Repede: the Creator and His creation are one. The renaissance philosopher Giordano Bruno was convinced that the entire universe was held together by erotic love. Love in all its variations ruled the world, from physical nature to the metaphysical heavens, from sexuality to heartfelt love of the mystics: it led either to the animals (sexuality), or to the intelligible, and is then called the divine.

Sutherland is an IRA man in league with the Nazis playing the part (perversely) of a romantic lead full of Oirish charm, and we're supposed to warm to the character (an English thug called Arthur is introduced as a foil to this lovable rogue to reinforce our sympathies). Cain's character (a "lovely man", as the lovable rogue calls him) is one of Germany's 'true' toy-soldiers fighting the good fight (and hamming it up) albeit reluctantly in the name of the Fuhrer. And we have history for the kiddies in the form of British 'concentration camps' in South Africa, conveniently excluding the fact that they were not slave-labour and extermination camps. Grotesque fantasy indeed. Might I suggest everyone watching this chicken-bucket and popcorn film take a look at Went the Day Well (1942), a chilling and realistic portrayal of this sort.

Calibre 9 - wonderful film, great music, and shot in Eastmancolor which always gives authentic colour reproduction.