Urantia

I felt a bit terrified watching INFERNO but presumably not the kind of terror the creators of this movie had in mind. What frightens me is the likelihood of those among us viewers who are just mentally unstable enough to consider any kind of mass murder, including those nefariously conceived by terrorist groups and homicidal dictators, to actually be justifiable atrocities based on the false assumption that a generalized reduction in our planet's population is always a good thing. Do we really need another Hitler to emerge in our midst and remind us that each and every human personality is a unique gift to our racially diverse society bestowed by our Creator Father in Heaven and therefore represents an irreplaceable part of our evolving cosmic destiny in time and space as well as when viewing things through the eternal perspective (God's point of view)? A more rational approach to overpopulation would be to limit the pro-creative functioning of conspicuously degenerate and anti-social genetic strains including habitual criminals and mental defectives while simultaneously promoting married man-n-woman couples with advanced intellectual and spiritual endowments to multiply their potential gifts to future generations of humanity by maximizing the number of children conceived and teaching their kids that same philosophy involving an exponential distribution of inherited assets. On a more positive note, at least INFERNO got me to thinking about such perplexing problems and those thoughts are what triggered the writing of this review.

...if you are feeling suicidal when viewing it.

As for myself, I recently watched it from the very beginning frame to the last of the rolling credits and as you'll quickly discern if you peruse this review a little further, I did not like this movie. In fact, I would go way beyond that to state the following:

I LOUDLY REBUKE and REJECT this movie's version of God portraying Him as being a non-existent manifestation of an artificial reality projected by religious enthusiasts, this being one characteristic of all godless philosophies including this movie's dismally depressing theme that pitches the preposterous proposition that nothing has any lasting value or true meaning whatsoever either in the material realm of finite things or in the spiritual domain of personal beings! And if you can read this, then you're most likely a member of that latter group existing as an evolving mortal personality living on a material plane of planetary existence (our "trial trip in the flesh") that this movie's conspicuously conveyed thematic proclamation has summarily condemned as being void of any meaning. And rather than make this life meaningless for those of us who believe in God (one of the false accusations proclaimed by this toilet-paper script), the exact opposite is true since this planetary life we were given is the time-space arena wherein we make the final decisions and choices that confirm our continuing existence as God-seeking ascending sons and daughters of our Creator Father or conversely validate the never-ending sleep of spirit-death that kicks in posthumously if a God-hater or God-denier has wholeheartedly rejected the Paradise-ascension plan. So how could life be meaningless except perhaps to the material-minded mortal indoctrinated by atheism's denial of God's existence thus destroying any hope of meaningful values lasting beyond the grave? What an absurd if not dangerously damaging concept put forth by this movie! If an entire planet collectively embraced that kind of a godless philosophy that jumped into the deep end of the chronic depression pool of perpetual meaninglessness, it could theoretically be the beginning of the end of that entire civilization if a mass suicide on a planetary scale were to take place.

The seeds we sow in time are harvested in eternity.

The delirium tremens that seemed to have afflicted the camera contributed to my total inability and utter unwillingness to subject myself to what would have been almost two hours of cinematic torture had I not opted instead to abandon this failed attempt to capture and sustain my interest. Before that, I did skip ahead a few times only to realize that the shaky-cam footage was a curse that afflicted this movie in its entirety as opposed to only being selectively used for some specific purpose during certain scenes. I realize there's no need to hire a focus puller when there's no concern over staying in focus since this is something that is impossible to achieve when using a dancing camera lens in an attempt to capture photographed frames of light bouncing off moving or stationary objects. And no dollies would have been needed either so that would also reduce the movie's budget. But there is a plethora of good reasons why focus pullers and dollies (and similar rigs) are used by most competent movie directors whether they are rich and famous or just starting out as raw rookies exploring the world of low-budget independent cinema. It's difficult for me to fathom that the same guy who directed this movie directed "Silence of the Lambs"! I'm certain that there are critics out there who actually did like this movie and might attempt to justify the use of the shaky-cam as being some kind of intentionally applied artistic choice that visually enhances some underlying emotional aspect of the leading lady or one of her dramatic counterparts. But by way of analogy, if someone splattered dog feces on a blank canvas and called it "art", I don't care if every single living person on this planet as well as any other planet hailed it as a stroke of artistic genius unparalleled in every intricate aspect of its supposedly creative attributes. To me, it is and would always be nothing more than dog sh_t going through various decompositional stages after being framed in white.