This is one of those sorry movies that are so bad they're not even good in a bad sort of way. They're just plain bad. At times it plays like one of those Naked Gun style parodies so that, at any moment, you expect Leslie Neilsen to come tripping out with a comical expression on his face.
An obvious cheap rip-off of The Omen, 666 doesn't even try to add anything to the original's template, it simply sketches over the same details like a six-year-old child tracing over a Michelangelo with a stubby pencil. Logic goes out the window early on as a TV anchor woman who is prone to getting emotional on-air adopts a child who is the only survivor of the crash of Flight 7666. Before you can say boo boo people are dying all over the place, although nobody quite manages to put two and two together (even when a dentist and his assistant both get drilled in the eye when trying to work on the kid it is just blithely dismissed as an accident in the following scene).
Things don't get any better as the film progresses. All the adults are so stupid they deserve to die, and little Damien er, Donald who at some point is joined by a nanny called Lucy Fir, is too bland to be the anti-Christ. Blood flies against walls in illuminous red so bright you can imagine it glowing in the dark, and eventually everyone dies. Except for Donald er, Damien; no Donald. He survives for the sequel that we must all pray never gets made
An obvious cheap rip-off of The Omen, 666 doesn't even try to add anything to the original's template, it simply sketches over the same details like a six-year-old child tracing over a Michelangelo with a stubby pencil. Logic goes out the window early on as a TV anchor woman who is prone to getting emotional on-air adopts a child who is the only survivor of the crash of Flight 7666. Before you can say boo boo people are dying all over the place, although nobody quite manages to put two and two together (even when a dentist and his assistant both get drilled in the eye when trying to work on the kid it is just blithely dismissed as an accident in the following scene).
Things don't get any better as the film progresses. All the adults are so stupid they deserve to die, and little Damien er, Donald who at some point is joined by a nanny called Lucy Fir, is too bland to be the anti-Christ. Blood flies against walls in illuminous red so bright you can imagine it glowing in the dark, and eventually everyone dies. Except for Donald er, Damien; no Donald. He survives for the sequel that we must all pray never gets made