It's not quite that simple. In The Second Coming, Christopher Eccleston is a garden-variety drunk named Steve who disappears for 40 days, then reappears and announces himself to be the Second Coming of Christ. Is he crazy? Well, he tosses off a few miracles: turning night into day over the local soccer stadium and later surviving a bomb that goes off right next to him. He also announces that Armageddon will arrive in five days if he is not presented with a "Third Testament." (Exactly what this Third Testament is supposed to be remains a mystery throughout the film -- even to Steve -- and stands as one of the more perplexingly weak facets of the movie.) Hysteria ensues, though fortunately it seems confined to England.
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Back in 1993, the film was one of the first I tried to professionally review. I never did write it. I fell asleep in the movie theater. In 1998 I tried to watch it again on video. I awoke to static late that night after the tape ran out. I'd zonked out right on the couch.
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A vivid yet distinctly fictitious recreation of the crime-plagued gutters of 19th Century London, the Jack the Ripper thriller "From Hell" is quite a homage to the dense graphic novel from which it was spawned.
It's nothing if not atmospheric, what with its opulently dingy, blood-red set dressings, its pinched-cheek and cheap-corset prostitutes, and its opium- and absinthe-addicted hero -- an unorthodox Scotland Yard Inspector named Abberline (Johnny Depp in lambchop sideburns) who discovers dangerous secrets in the Ripper's ritualized killings.
The film's talented directors -- brothers Allen and Albert Hughes ("Menace II Society," "Dead Presidents"), definitively demonstrating there's more to them than ghetto fare -- blend quite a transporting concoction with their viscous visuals, menacing moodiness, puzzling plot and heady performances.
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