Judgement day is upon us . We scoffed at the religious because their stories brought about external adjudicators that decided when we live and die. We abolished their moral outrage, and turned it into a screenplay, a media lens that revealed the thing we’d been distracting ourselves from all along: final judgment isn’t an external act, but sits inside us, lurking, waiting to strike us down at all hours.
Apocalypse films are the new religion, except now we pay to see them in 3D. Michael Bay is a high priest, chanting CGI rituals designed to elicit God The Weighing Scales from our own self, our own observer. The dark corners of the confessional box have become the dark corners of the home cinema.
Repent now, for trailers for the spoiler are at hand.