Heavy-set Damon takes to the mat and wrestles with fate and well-dressed angel-demons in pseudo-sci-fi flick which, to be Blunt, is cheesy and consequently riddled with holes. Like Narnia-wardrobe, magic doors transport hat-wearers to land of overt religious allegory… still New York. Concludes with literal Deus ex Machina. Silly book.
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