+1/2
Garbled adaptation and laughable telefilm of James Patterson's Virgin, a poor novel that should not have been difficult to improve. When the Vatican learns the truth of two virgin pregnancies, Father Justin (Tony Denison) and Sister Anne (Sela Ward) are dispatched to figure out which girl carries the new Messiah and which the Antichrist. Brian Taggert's script substitutes a constant stream of meaningless 9-volt shocks for character development and logic (in much the same way Patterson did), and it's a toss up whether the worst example of this is the dumb ending or the moment when Sister Anne crashes a family meal in the nude. A dismal film, in no way saved by its at best nondescript but otherwise wooden performances.
Garbled adaptation and laughable telefilm of James Patterson's Virgin, a poor novel that should not have been difficult to improve. When the Vatican learns the truth of two virgin pregnancies, Father Justin (Tony Denison) and Sister Anne (Sela Ward) are dispatched to figure out which girl carries the new Messiah and which the Antichrist. Brian Taggert's script substitutes a constant stream of meaningless 9-volt shocks for character development and logic (in much the same way Patterson did), and it's a toss up whether the worst example of this is the dumb ending or the moment when Sister Anne crashes a family meal in the nude. A dismal film, in no way saved by its at best nondescript but otherwise wooden performances.