Amidst most of this cheap and lurid Anti-Christ schlock, The Seventh Sign should be commended for its attempt to add a more literate variety of ideas to the mix instead of the usual panoply of gruesome deaths and sacrilegious obscenities. The difference may well be in the choice of Carl Schultz, a director better known for serious respectable dramas like Careful, He Might Hear You (1984) and Travelling North (1987), rather than someone who approaches it from a horror perspective. The Seventh Sign follows most of the conventions of The Omen, although what it really owes its inspiration to more than anything is Rosemary’s Baby (1968) – indeed while Rosemary’s Baby was about a woman thinking that the baby she is pregnant with could be the Devil’s son, The Seventh Sign plays it the other way around and has a woman wondering if her forthcoming child might not be the one that can save the world. Like many of these films, The Seventh Sign preys upon the anxiety of childbirth – indeed with rather absurdly melodramatic effect, the film has the apocalypse occurring in conjunction with the heroine’s contractions.

The Seventh Sign tries hard and even uses existing Bible material. (Although Ingmar Bergman must have frustrated the filmmakers intensely by appropriating the title The Seventh Seal (1957), which would have been a more appropriate and Biblical title that the one the producers were forced to choose). Much more interesting though is the film’s incorporation of the Wandering Jew legend – the legend of Cartophilus/Ahaserus, variously a temple guard, a shoemaker or a mere passer-by in Jerusalem who, according to Middle Ages folklore, struck Jesus Christ as he was being taken away to be crucified, whereupon Christ turned to him and said “Tarry thee until I come again,” cursing Cartophilus to a life of immortality to wait until The Second Coming. The script quite fascinatingly ties the Wandering Jew story into End Times prophecies, although this is so obscurely couched that those who aren’t familiar with the legend will miss it. Moreover this is never developed to the fullness of its intriguing potential – it makes for a great twist revelation as to who the priest really is, but the implications aren’t followed up on – if the priest is Cartophilus, then that would have to make Jurgen Prochnow into Jesus Christ, for instance, but this is never made clear. This is surely doubly confusing to anyone who has never heard of The Wandering Jew legend. The end of the film also contradicts what has been established – it works emotionally, but not logically – the martyr dies, which means that Abby doesn’t succeed in averting that sign at all, yet the end of the world is somehow stopped.

Some of the film’s images are good – rivers filled with blood, the moon turned red, a recurring dream sequence set during Roman times, and the quite touching story of the souls in the Guf that Jurgen Prochnow narrates. But ultimately in eschewing the graphic shocks of The Omen in favour of a more intellectual approach to the theme, The Seventh Sign lacks bite. Eventually its only real distinction is that it is probably the best photographed of this genre. Demi Moore’s rather wooden but self-assured form of acting is wrong for the type of role she is cast in, while Michael Biehn’s customary intensity is under-utilised in the part as the husband. German actor Jurgen Prochnow, however, plays his part with a sad and haunting humanity.