Based om a James Herbert novel, and produced by Raimi and Tapert, what could possibly go wrong? Plenty. The film opens with an arresting POV burning of an 'unclean' girl, then moves to present-day Jeffery Dean Morgan as a a down-at-heel journalist who - while following a minor silly story at that same rural community - sets in motion a blessing/curse tied to the past as the pastor's ward Alice sees a vision of 'the Virgin Mary' and gains miraculous healing powers. Cue shots of religious icons bleeding tears, shadowy figures flitting across the foreground and J-horror double-jointedness as the film grinds along routinely in a rather cheap, low-key and almost disinterested manner, with even the usually-reliable Jeffrey Dean Morgan and William Sadler underwhelming here. This somewhat anaemic and trite religious-themed horror never really engages.
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