As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. --Matthew 24:37
I rented 'Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow'... again. I’ve seen it four times. Something (everything) about this movie fascinates me: the 40’s film noir, the giant robots, Manhattan, Jude Law. Sky Captain takes place in an imaginary past/future, something close enough to the collective imaginary past to seem virtually historical, but with the gorgeous opening scene of the Hindenburg III docking to the mooring mast of the Empire State Building, it clearly, is not. For background on the Hindenburg, see The Hindenburg Star Gate Ritual.
The plot revolves around a mad scientist’s (Totenkopf) plans to build a giant spaceship, collect flora and fauna two by two, shoot them safely into space, and then destroy the earth below. Noah the Super Villain. As I watched, I had the feeling that this really WAS the story of Noah, or at least a version of it. This version has Manhattan playing corrupt Atlantis at the close of the Golden Age. Hmmm... the shoe does seem to fit.
In the first seven minutes we see the Hindenburg III (a stargate image evoking the three ages: Gods, Heroes and Man), the Brooklyn Bridge, the Masonic Temple of the Sun, a fly over of Hermes, Isaac Newton’s ‘Mathematical Principles of Modern Philosophy’, and a screening of The Wizard of Oz at Radio City Music Hall! It's a synchropalooza.
Noah as the genocidal egomaniac who destroys the earth is a considerable biblical revision, but one that Hollywood presents with regularity, as we will see in the next episode. I admit to a fascination with the subject. What really DID happen back then, in the time before history? I have a feeling we’re about to find out. The World of Tomorrow, same as it ever was.
The face of Noah/the Wizard/Lawrence Olivier.
The ark departs, storms a brewin'.
An angel of death carrying the Sword of Damocles rides the rocket.
Angelina plays "Frankie" Cook... an angel of rescue. The angels always speak with British public school accents.
What happened to the right eye, Frankie?