Really great actors bring the only grace to shine on this apocalyptic poppycock on a horse farm. Even discounting plot holes and logical inconsistencies, this utterly incoherent mess tries to re-frame the Book of Revelations as a dysfunctional family affair smelling of alcohol and cow-dung. Christian platitudes replace dialog (eg, "Love the sinner, Sam. Hate the sin"), and the competent cinematography is otherwise awash in gratuitous symbolism. But don't mistake this movie for a bible class. Like most movies of this genre, it's a mash-up of lurid symbolism from Genesis and Revelations, with little relevance to anyone who hasn't stocked up their basement for the End Times.