The Seventh Sign (1988)

"Abby" (Demi Moore) is married to lawyer "Russell" (Michael Biehn) and they are soon to have a child. As childbirth looms, though, she starts having some horrible nightmares. Full of loneliness and despair, she decides the best solution is to rent a garage room at their home to the enigmatic "Bannon" (Jürgen Prochnow) and that seems to open the doors for an apocalyptic scenario that is irrevocably tied up with her childbearing skills (and possibly a case her husband is prosecuting about a boy who committed parricide). As the story unfolds and her dreams become more lucid, she begins to realise that she is caught up in a re-enactment of the book of "Revelation" and the number seven is beginning to resonate ominously. It's actually not a bad fantasy concept, but it's pretty poorly cast with Moore well off form; the wooden as a spoon Prochnow spends much of it standing around looking like an extra from an horror movie and Biehn, well he only ever really was good for eye-candy - so... The narrative takes far too long to get interesting and the conclusion is all rather rushed and underwhelming. Carl Schultz might have fared better had he settled for a less box-office leading lady and built a more evenly balanced cast that could allow this ultimate story of the fate of mankind to develop with less ham. Watchable, I suppose, but forgettable.