A Kiss Before the Apocolypse (...seriously)

   In the ripe tradition of entertainment milestones the likes of daytime TV's Hercules, Zena, Touched by an Angel, and the Perennial Highway to Heaven, Mr. Sniegoski has woven a tale to warm the hearts and minds of middle aged women all over the world.

   In all honesty, it's not that bile inducingly bad. While the level of sloppy romantic vaginosity is slightly higher than I like in relationship to the level of scrotum bursting ass kickery, the story promises enough to look past it. ...but just barely.

   Our Hero is Remy Chandler, he works as a Private Eye and sometime expert in collaboration with the local Police Department. But wait just a cock mongling minute! Could it be true that this "Remy" might be more than he seems? You're goddamn right he is! This ain't no small time private dick, this motherfucker is the angel Remiel, one of the throat punching bad ass leaders of God's Army. When Lucifer rose up all alpha as fuck to get his shit, Remiel grabbed his flaming sword, donned his archangel armor, and smacked Lucifer down like a bitch!

  Problem was, after the war, Remiel went all pussified and renounced his place at God's right hand. He moved down to earth to live as a human. It's kind of like quitting your job at Google to go work for McDonald's... Anyway, long story short, Remiel is now Remy and he lives on earth, shit threatens earth, four horsemen of the apocalypse show up, Remy puts the smack down on them and his aged wife dies a tear jerking death.

Final judgment: Don't bother unless you have some time to kill and are out of interesting things to do.

Watch for the sequel: Man, Dog, Sword