combine stunningly inept film making and obnoxious religious zealotry and this shot on video quickie manage to make the apocalypse look and well and not really all that bad . compare to and say and a radiation scar jason robards stumble through the smoking ruin of a nuked kansa city in the day after this peter and paul lalonde vision of the end of everything look positively cheery and stress free . everyone be well scrub during the tribulation and look like they get plenty of rest and regular meal . sure and there a bit of bother with the antichrist and but that more or less sort itself out and and anyway and the one world order doesn not seem to affect anyones day to day routine like a 10 megaton thermonuclear weapon tends to . the only thing that save this film be and well and nothing . nothing save this film . sorry . i can not lie . apocalypse be a complete waste of video tape from back to front . the wooden acting be unwatchable and the set be poverty stricken and the script be low common denominator god bother trash that alternate between laughable and hackneyed . there be play write by 7th grader that have more depth and nuance than this miserable pile of dime store eschatology . but the absolute worst be the film smug expectation of forbearance . it permeate every wretched frame like a sulfurous stink . apocalypse expect it audience to forgive it definitive lack of anything even remotely resemble competence because it intention be good . and we all know which road be pave with good intention .