Prior to the blessed dread stops, Smith finds that, with a specific end goal to alleviate putrefying blame over a since a long time ago smothered youth injury, the killer has gotten to doling out revenge against saw delinquents. Without the financial plans and specialized panache of late extra large screen discharges like STIGMATA, END OF DAYS and THE NINTH GATE, this awful religious thriller experiences incapable Church bashing, slowed down anticipation, superfluous subplots and that most cardinal of sins: dragging out the end result. As repentance, the watcher mopes in true to life limbo while Smith and his associates meticulously sort out the secret, despite the fact that the character of the deadly God wannabe is somewhat self-evident. Also, in spite of the way this is the age of the Sensitive Dick, do we truly need to fret about Smith’s critically ill youngster?
Where’s Sam Spade when you require him? This film publicized on link before being discharged on video.