I’m usually skeptical when I see mysterious blood cults, but
I decided to give Last Days a shot in spite of the warning going off in my
head. The first few chapters did nothing to allay my fears. Kyle, a filmmaker from
the UK, is offered a documentary assignment about a cult called The Temple of
the Last Days. Originating in England, the cult found their way to the burning desert of Arizona only to come to a hideous and violent end. Run by the typical charismatic Jim Jones clone, Sister Katherine
supposedly ordered her followers to slaughter her ritual-style in order to
be somehow resurrected. A weak beginning that never gains any momentum.
From the start of the assignment, strange things begin
to happen. Mysterious figures appear on film. There are references to Charles
Manson in a chapter title and a recounting of the Tate murders later. Strange
symbols and hints of magic. Mysterious sects known as the Saints of Filth and
Blood Friends. What isn’t in here to be
honest?
By the end, we have our protagonist gripping a Gloch and
blasting away at evil all the while shooting it for posterity with his camera. He
even lights a cigarette in the end! Monsters everywhere, demonic children,
receptacles for souls, ancient bloodlines from France, a sinister CEO with an ulterior
motive… wow. I just felt like I was being bombarded with every horror cliché out
there concerning cults, possession, reincarnation, and heroes with guns. A lot of action with very little substance.
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