It's an embarrassing advent, and so we leave it to those embarrassing Christians who have turned apocalyptic speculation into a billion - dollar
industry — prophecy buffs with their computer charts and
wrong predictions that are then folded back into new predictions in the
kind of prophetic improvisation that Paula Frederickson calls «apocalyptic jazz.»
The script on its own is adequate, but the performances by Driver, Mbatha - Raw and Parker raise this film to a new level, turning this story about everything that is
wrong with the
industry into a
kind of cathartic experience for the characters who have to face their own fears and failures.