WHY, OH WHY, DIDN'T I PAY ATTENTION TO ALL OF THE "1" SCORES?
Yes, unfortunately for me, I did indeed watch every last bit of this movie. With all of the talk in this movie's descriptions about "miracles," there is not a single one which takes place in this movie. The one miracle I did actually experience was when this hatefully bad film finally came to a close - THANK GOD! My time would have been better spent watching paint dry.
A few descriptive words: excruciatingly slow, insipid dialogue and setting, extremely low- budget, with the most anti-climatic ending I have ever witnessed on film. Really, THE MOST ANTI-CLIMATIC ENDING IN THE HISTORY OF FILM. Yawn. And, once more, YAWN. Giving this film a Raspberry Award would be an insult to every other "horrible" movie out there, because this is not worth mentioning at the Raspberry's.
Three ladies, walk up a flight of stairs, in a 12-story building - only, there's about 300 flights to go on the inside. These ladies would lose a race to a turtle. They step over a few dead bodies along the way. They occasionally talk with each other and sit down to take a rest. Every time they get back up, it takes several minutes for them to stand again. They talk a bit more. They take a couple of steps, come across a few more dead bodies, sit down, stand up, talk, walk slowly some more, etc. At the end, only one of the ladies makes it to the top - where she walks up to a young boy and reaches out to take hold of his hand. THE END.
This movie might - possibly - make sense to somebody with a Ph.D. in philosophy, a complete "Art Fag," or another one in the long line of spiteful and hateful "feminists."
Sorry, sitting through this mush-terpiece has awoken a mean streak inside of me which I rarely experience feeling.
Note To Self: NEVER WATCH ANOTHER FILM BY THIS DIRECTOR.