In an attempt to save humanity from fading away, an ordinary abortion clinic worker with a unique heritage, teams up with an unknown messenger and others, in order to prevent two angles who try to reenter heaven after being fired out from by God, as they will destroy humanity if they manage to enter.
What you hear throughout Dogma, liberally peppered with the usual prankish profanities, is Kevin Smith having a conversation with himself about his faith.
It's too bad Smith's trademark humor got in the way, because while the film definitely has its flaws, there's no denying that it also had the ability to serve as an intelligent debate about religion.
I couldn't care less whether Smith's metaphysical conceits about the war between Good and Evil are those of a devout believer or an atheist. The bottom line is that they're puerile.
Too talky, too fond of in-jokes, too caught up (especially during the dismally weak climax) in its crass comic-strip ethos, and not, finally, as funny, subversive or thought-provoking as it would like to be.
A very vulgar pro-faith comedy rather than a sacrilegious goof, Dogma is an extraordinarily uneven film that significant cutting might be able to transform into a playable one.
