The Omen (2006)
I could explicate why this needless remake, maybe the only film in history whose entire existence is predicated on a release date, is totally fucking worthless. But that would waste your time and mine. Besides, there's this review, which is brilliant and funny in ways I can't touch. So instead, I'll register a quick complaint about the sheer tactlessness of using footage of 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina to prop up a threadbare Antichrist narrative and instead post the lyrics to the Since By Man song "Quid Pro Quo Motherfucker" (off their fantastic and loud 2005 album Pictures from the Hotel Apocalypse), a narrative infinitely more entertaining than Damien's:
We want, we want your daughter
We've come for your firstborn son
(We want, we want your daughter
We've come for your firstborn son)
Asphyxiation sets in
When is the ascension day?
This highway leads straight to Heaven
Hell helps us light the way
This time, lies will set the scene
Smell the burns feeding fire brings
Collections of souls, hands with holes
Get down on your knees and make me believe
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses cross the T's
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses crossing me
Mother make me
Father leave me
(repeat 4X)
And as I sleep inside my head
This reason builds my bed
Fingernails and elastic skin
Keep me tucked the fuck in
God come down and lick my skin
Because I know you like the cold
Sacrifice is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
Satisfaction is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
What I see and what I feel is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
These holes in my hands leak out what I love
What I love
When it all comes down
Where is your God now?
This time, lies will set the scene
Smell the burns feeding fire brings
Collections of souls, hands with holes
Get down on your knees and make me believe
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses cross the T's
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses crossing me
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
And when it all comes down
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
Where is your God now?
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
And when it all comes down
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
Where is your God?
I could explicate why this needless remake, maybe the only film in history whose entire existence is predicated on a release date, is totally fucking worthless. But that would waste your time and mine. Besides, there's this review, which is brilliant and funny in ways I can't touch. So instead, I'll register a quick complaint about the sheer tactlessness of using footage of 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina to prop up a threadbare Antichrist narrative and instead post the lyrics to the Since By Man song "Quid Pro Quo Motherfucker" (off their fantastic and loud 2005 album Pictures from the Hotel Apocalypse), a narrative infinitely more entertaining than Damien's:
We want, we want your daughter
We've come for your firstborn son
(We want, we want your daughter
We've come for your firstborn son)
Asphyxiation sets in
When is the ascension day?
This highway leads straight to Heaven
Hell helps us light the way
This time, lies will set the scene
Smell the burns feeding fire brings
Collections of souls, hands with holes
Get down on your knees and make me believe
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses cross the T's
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses crossing me
Mother make me
Father leave me
(repeat 4X)
And as I sleep inside my head
This reason builds my bed
Fingernails and elastic skin
Keep me tucked the fuck in
God come down and lick my skin
Because I know you like the cold
Sacrifice is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
Satisfaction is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
What I see and what I feel is what I love
(Holy Ghost please don't forsake me now)
These holes in my hands leak out what I love
What I love
When it all comes down
Where is your God now?
This time, lies will set the scene
Smell the burns feeding fire brings
Collections of souls, hands with holes
Get down on your knees and make me believe
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses cross the T's
Make me believe, make me believe
Crosses crossing me
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
And when it all comes down
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
Where is your God now?
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
And when it all comes down
(I wanna believe, I wanna believe)
Where is your God?
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