Nic, Nic, Nic. Didn’t they tell you that after you get an Oscar, you don’t have to do this kind of crap anymore? Okay, you have bills to pay, but a faith-based action movie? About the friggin’ rapture? Jeez Louise. Cage hits a new low as an airline pilot whose second-seater suddenly blips out of existence, along with all the world’s pure-at-heart.

Ham-fisted direction by a stunt man. ’90s screensaver SFX. The real sin of this plodding, profoundly moronic missing-persons whodunnit is its sheer amateurishness. But all this eschatology may have worked; I found myself praying for the unholy mess to end. (110 min)