A couple of Italian left-wingers saw "The Omen", wet their pants, and then did a re-hash with their own uniquely moronic political twist to it.
35 years later, and there's still no "nuclear holocaust". Those Marxists and their prophecies. The movie even mention "going back to nature (i.e. caves)", so the moronic influence of the hippie "culture" is to be seen in this 1977 horror flick as a sort of added bonus (for filmic anthropologists). The makers of this little turd must be feeling rather silly now, all those years later. Their prophecies of doom and gloom relating to nuclear power having not quite materialized the way they'd "predicted" and - of course above all else – as they had hoped.
It is easy to tell, without even knowing the year, that this silly Italian flick was made in the late 70s, at the height of the left-wing's anti-nuclear-power rabble-rousing panic-inducing propagandist paranoia. The first 15 minutes or so are far more concerned with establishing the producers' political agenda (with an idealistic anti-power-plant speech being dished out every 3 minutes) than to get on with all manner of things horroric. Though once they do, it's just as much claptrap as you'd expect from an Italian horror film.
Kirk Douglas, playing an intelligent, enterprising, hard-working Capitalist who recognizes the large potential that nuclear energy has, is swiftly equalized to Satan. After all, aren't all scientific-minded, reasonable entrepreneurs demons? The right-wing is merely the tool of the Devil, as we all know – and this coming from the atheistic Left. (Marxists using the apocalypse even to make their dogma felt, they will stop at nothing, the hypocrites). A little later it's his son who assumes the role of Satan while Kirk tries to save the world.
Speaking of fathers and sons, could this be the movie that inspired Michael Douglas to do his own idiotic anti-nuclear-power propaganda movie ("The China Syndrome")? Like father like son. Michael isn't blond but Kirk's son here, Angel, is. Angel? Couldn't they have made it more obvious?
Even sillier, they try to cheat the viewer into believing that the unborn infant is the Devil. Agostina Belli (looking amazing) appears out of nowhere, disappears just as easily, and inexplicably refuses to stroll toward a church with her boyfriend Granpa Douglas, suddenly starting to get all panicky. You'd think that more than qualifies her as a demon's right-hand-woman? Nope. You are allowed to mislead the viewers, but you can't just blatantly lie to them. Although to be fair, this movie had shot itself in the foot so often by the time she gets pregnant that one more piece of utter nonsense made no difference at that point. This dumb film had lost me already in the first few minutes.
Plenty of hogwash there is in that mind-blowingly dumb finale and the legendarily goofy last scene. Kirk, presumed dead, moves into the desert with his trophy wife and newborn child, while memories of the idealistic chants of rabid, dimwitted left-wing protesters swerve about in his head. So why the desert? Is his plan to avoid the nuclear catastrophe because sand makes for effective cover against radiation? Or perhaps he intended to use all those kids playing around in the dunes to attack Satan and his 21 disciples once the building of the plant started, only a few miles away? The less said about all that malarkey going on in the loony bin, the better. Kirk wrestling insane people, that's just about as cheesy as it gets.
Douglas keeps telling politicians that his soon-to-be-built nuclear power plant "will bring prosperity to the whole Third World". Must be a mighty magical power plant that will feed, clothe, employ and solve all the problems of over a billion people all over the world. Bombastic promises in a dimwitted script. You can tell an uneducated, uninformed putz wrote it.
Douglas loses his power-plant contract because of an unfavourable election result in a mid-East country. What country from that region had free elections in the 70s, that's what I'd like to know. And what do Douglas and the sexy mysterious woman do right after they'd witnessed a helicopterish decapitation of a military dictator (sorry, a democratically elected Gaddafi impersonator)? They do what any other couple would do after such a bloody traumatic experience: cheerfully drive to the woods for a little picnic where they pat a cute deer and have a few sandwiches. This movie has to be seen to be believed.
Douglas gets involved with a complete stranger in spite of her bizarrely appearing at the oddest of moments. Does he ever question her? No. And when she needs to get her demon seed aborted (which it turns out isn't a demon seen coz the director blatantly lied to his audience), guess who comes in to the rescue? The Catholic Church. Yes, the Vatican is sanctioning abortions: a comical little detail which I'm sure must have eluded the writer of this amazingly dumb turkey.
This must rank among Kirk Douglas's top 3 filmic embarrassments.
No, I can't think of any dumber movie he's ever done.
Review by Fedor Petrovic (fedor8) from the Internet Movie Database.