It's the end of the world as we know it

I am convinced that, as prophetized in the Book of Revelations, there are certain signs that indicate we are nearing the end of our civilization. And I'm sad to report, ladies and gentlemen, that this is one of the last of them. After this movie hits theaters, all Demi Moore has left to do is let that retarded guy get executed and then it's goodnight Irene.

The saddest thing of all isn't the end of everything that we know of art, music, and philosophy, just to herald in an eternity of endless war between the moral poles. The saddest thing is that Jon Voight and Scott Baio are principals in this horror. And God, why is Peter Wingfield so hard up for work that he's in this picture? He's talented and well-spoken. He shouldn't need to be brought down to this level.

When the End of Days arrives, I will try to remember to take up arms and slay his agent.