I am not a big fan of worldwide disaster flicks. The coming meteor shower, the volcano that will wipe out California, the amazing simultaneous cataclysms of The Day After Tomorrow, those things are not for me. The characters are generally paper-deep, the focus is on the carnage rather than on what comes afterward, and it all falls flat.
I am not a big fan of the bible, or rather the effect that that book of occasionally-interesting stories has had on the world (as part of the larger situation of “the effect of religion”.) In particular, I am no fan of the effects of the book of Revelations; as with any vague or reinterpertable prophecy, it is constantly viewed as being both right and current, and some very bad things are done based on the prophecies that are there.
And while I have no objections to work that is about the mystical, works in which science is wrong, I do have something against works where “science is wrong” is the theme, where the following of verifiable truth rather than fairy-tales is shown to be a danger. It is an immoral moral.
It should come as no shock, then, that Revelations, the miniseries where the coming destruction seems to be the mystical one foretold in the bible, does not inherently appeal. It would have to be very well done to win me over. And while they do a good job of capturing the dark look of a destruction-of-the-world movie, they don’t do a good job of creating an involving work. Because of what they choose to focus on, it leaves no room for doubt in the supernaturalness of occurence. This won’t be a Scooby-Doo mystery, where it turns out that the signs of the apocalypse are tricks caused by a real estate developer to lower prices so he can buy the world. The situations between the two leads (a scientist and a nun) won’t be a fair battle between the believer and the skeptic. The series starts with another scientist giving a lecture that seems to focus on notes cribbed from the Creationist pamphlets against evolution. Science has no place here. The whole thing is a waiting game for the skeptic to give up on the skepticism.
And I, for one, am not willing to wait.
(It also has a bad case of miserable headline disease. You know the ailment, the one where newspaper headlines and news summaries are phrased in a way that no newspaper headline or news summary would ever phrase anything. This is done specifically to inform the audience of one piece of information that is particularly relevant to the fiction being spun, but brings up information that is secondary or tertiary to the supposed piece of news. You know, like when our hero John’s old next door neighbor gets sent to the asylum, and the newspaper headline reads “Man, former neighbor of John, sings lullabies all day. Police baffled by focus on songs that mention cats”. That always pulls me out of the moment. Revelations has an online article headline about a killing that specifies where the victim’s sister went to college. I kid you not.)