After perusing Jacob's Ladder, the evening after I loaded the slot with another wild card -- the apparently quite hyped indie production, End of the Line. The low-down: It's armageddon night and a pack of sect members with their completely awsome, cruciform daggers. They have to kill as many people as possible, in order to save their souls, before the forces of Evil get them. Cock and bull, as always, right? The deranged religious maniacs are defeated and the young couple saving the world from fanatics live happily ever after, or... is it really so...?
The plot mainly takes place underground in a series of breathtaking and viscious hunts through the subway system. Nothing is explained and nobody really knows exactly what's taking place overground. We are left in a nightmarish and absurd black comedy of blood and mutilation; in a film that makes the most of it's obviously tight budget. I admit that it has it's flaws but, on the whole, it's original and exhilarating: The beginning serves us with highly suggestive and mind-curdling moments of madness; and though, the middle stalls a bit, the ending is refreshing giving you a satisfying sense of despondency -- what if it was really true; that you just had to be sacrifised in order to finally be saved?
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