In the event of the apocalypse, there will be a prevalence of machetes, cannibalism, and white guys in dreadlocks and goggles. Things will be bleak, but at least you can follow Denzel Washington around as he wanders the parched landscape with floods of gravitas, occasionally engaging in awesomely staged silhouette-melees with bands of barbarian thugs.
This is the basic experience of The Book of Eli. It’s not the coolest, deepest, or most badass post-apocalyptic thriller, but it’s not terrible, and Washington’s performance goes a long way. He plays your basic man with no name, a guy who’s been traveling west on an apparent mission from God for the past ...