It took a while to work up to the movie’s climax, or anti-climax; zap, poof, millions of people go missing at once. Surely this will spark chaos, but thank goodness for passengers on PCA flight JFK to LHR that they have Nicolas Cage as their pilot. Also, thank goodness he is a “sinner”, or else that plane would have gone down. The movie’s message was lost on sappy dramatic sub-plots that went nowhere. Vinets of personal anguish hold the audience in a state of pause and reflection amidst apocalypse now. Ground zero is of course a Long Island shopping mall, a formidable powder keg waiting to explode on any given Sunday afternoon. Special effects were average, and Nicolas Cage’s hair was “interesting”.