A mean motherfuckin’ servant of God (Denzel Washington) shepherds a mysterious book to some locale way out west. After a stopover in a decrepit outpost, the holy warrior attracts the attention of a snake-tongued saloon owner (Gary Oldman) who wants to use the book for his own purposes. Cue guns ’n’ ammo showdowns, not to mention much product placement –the J Crew and Motorola folk bedevil us even in the end-times.
Thank the pallid green heavens for Jennifer Beals (long ago in ‘Flashdance’) who is ravishing as a sightless kept woman acting as the story’s oracle. She wanders the halls of her makeshift prison like a goddess deprived of power. For a few brief moments, the film becomes something close to Greek mythology, as opposed to weak graphic-novel imitation.