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May 14, 2007 | by  | in Film |
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The Reaping

Hilary Swank plays a former minister turned scientist who now specializes in debunking Biblical miracles by using science to demystify such phenomena. She is asked to go to a small town in the deep South to investigating a series of bizarre Biblical occurrence, Biblical plagues, ranging from a river turned to blood to hordes of locusts. It is suspected that this has to do with the local unholy Satan worshippers.

This film really made me ask, what is wrong with worshipping Satan? In The Reaping people prayed to God and he/she did nothing for them, so they went to the dark lord and he/she saw them right.

As Lucifer’s servants they did nothing Christians haven’t done, yet God has to go out of his/her way to punish them. It just didn’t seem right to me, but then I am a stone cold atheist.

The Reaping has a reasonably interesting set-up and some genuinely scary parts (a grown man screamed out in terror at one stage in the cinema). However as the film descends into moralistic Sunday School teaching it becomes boring very fast. All this is topped of with a twist at the end that only the Christian Right would be terrified of.

The Reaping is merely a hokey and gimmicky religious thriller that pale in comparison to films like The Exorcist, Rosemary’s Baby, and The Omen.


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