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I had always heard that this was awful, but it turns out it's perfectly okay! Arnold is probably miscast, but he's acting his Aus off, doing much better with the role than he would have ten years earlier (see Red Heat or Raw Deal). Hyams is, of course, a solid cinematographer and director, so aside from a few egregious CGI effects, it looks good. You can feel Arnold's stardom tilt the story away from being Rosemary's Y2K Baby and into Terminator End Of Days when it becomes about him protecting a teenager while fighting off a guy (Satan) that can't be killed easily.
Fiddling with the aerial doesn't always make the signal more clear. The cat is both dead and not dead (Clive understands the dead cat, but not the math). The man in the prologue is or isn't a dybbuk. The bookends suggest an unbroken cycle that may or may not relate to what characters have and haven't done. "Accept the mystery."
Rabbi Nachtner: "We can't know everything."
Larry Gopnik: "It sounds like you don't know anything! Why even tell me this…
"There's no tomorrow... Know why, baby? 'Cause it'll never get here." _ Jacques Renault, blank as a fart
"Good morning, America" - Carl, after 9 a.m.
Edges out The Sopranos hard cut to black scored with "Don't Stop Believin'" in the category of greatest way (/metastatement) to end a TV series. Opening on a television showing static (that is subsequently smashed), it's hard not to read some aspects as Lynch venting frustrations. Characters literally vanish. Cooper is anxious to see…