Given that director Peter Hyams managed to resuscitate Jean-Claude Van Damme's career temporarily with Timecop and Sudden Death, and given the T2 similarities, there was plenty of reason to hope that End of Days would be the grand-slam battle royal, a take-no-prisoners, blow-up-the-world celebrity death match pitting Arnold against his toughest foe to date: Satan. Yes, there was hope. But how soon we forget that after working with Van Damme, Hyams went on to direct The Relic.
End of Days, sadly, follows exactly the same trajectory as that ill-conceived "monster in a museum" movie: establish a simple premise, give the main characters an hour to catch up with what the audience already knows, and show no serious action until that time. In this case, the premise is, essentially, that Satan (Gabriel Byrne, still clad in Stigmata gear) wants to get his hands on Robin Tunney (The Craft; Niagara, Niagara). Since Satan is evil, his hands being on Robin Tunney would be a very bad thing. Therefore, the goal is to keep the twain from meeting. It's as simple as that. Yet it takes an hour of screen time for Schwarzenegger and his partner, Kevin Pollak, to rendezvous with Tunney and, subsequently, Satan. In the meantime, there's lots of self-destructive rage from Schwarzenegger, who's channeling Mel Gibson's suicidal widower in Lethal Weapon, and even more dimestore religious hokum. (Did you know that 666 turned upside down is 999? As in 1999? Sad to say, this is about as deep as it gets.)
There are two ways to go with a movie like End of Days: Either take it seriously and do The Exorcist on steroids, or make everything so extreme that the audience doesn't care what happens so long as a wisecracking muscleman whoops butt (à la most of Schwarzenegger's earlier films). Unfortunately, this movie straddles a middle ground that's unlikely to fully please anybody. Which is not to say that it's without its charms, mostly of the over-the-top variety. When Tunney's character is born, for instance, the baby is promptly whisked away to a dark basement, where a pentagram-wearing Udo Kier proceeds to slice a live rattlesnake in half and feed the baby with snake blood (sadly, Kier and Schwarzenegger never meet on-screen for a "battle of the accents"). When we first meet Arnold (whose character's name is "Jericho"; did we mention that this movie's short on subtlety?), he's making himself a breakfast milkshake of coffee, whiskey, Pepto-Bismol, Chinese takeout and a slice of pizza he finds on the floor. "Breakfast iss da most impawtent meal off da day, right?" And Byrne's Satan, when he's not causing unfeasibly large explosions or urinating flammable petroleum, is like the Hollywood agent from hell, referring to the Bible as "an overblown press kit" and the forthcoming apocalypse as "a change of management." He even (unwittingly?) quotes the Spice Girls: "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you really want." You half expect Tunney to hit him with "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends."
There's nothing wrong with this kind of lunacy, of course. It's just that there's not enough of it. Couldn't Satan arrange for some of his followers to fight Arnold earlier in the movie, so that at least there'd be some action while we wait for him to figure things out? Does Robin Tunney really have to give that cliched "Why must I be different?" speech? Is there a point to the woman with stigmata who's tied up in the church basement (other than to remind us that Stigmata was a very similar film)? Does anyone care about endless scenes of Arnold drinking and bemoaning his lost family?
All is not lost, however. Like The Relic, End of Days perks up considerably in the third act, with lots of crashes, explosions and blood. And when Satan finally takes his true form, the Stan Winston-created critter that emerges is suitably cool, reminiscent of a Todd McFarlane drawing come to life (ironically, more so than anything in McFarlane's own Spawn movie).
Schwarzenegger, meanwhile, actually makes a fair go of acting. Not only does he manage to avoid a single wooden line reading (even when talking to himself -- no mean feat), but he also looks suitably pained when he gets seriously beaten, shot and even crucified. It may take Satan to make Schwarzenegger seem like an underdog, but age is also creeping in, adding more lines to his face -- and damned if it doesn't suit him pretty well. Like Clint Eastwood, he's gonna hang in there for the long term. Provided he can find better material than End of Days, of course.
