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A Supernatural Screening of The Omen?

An eerie phenomenon happened in Hollywood during Friday's promotional screening of 20th Century Fox's The Omen (opening Tuesday because of the gimmick that it's 6/6/6). Liev Schreiber has just told his hospital-bound wife Julia Stiles (to a handful of snickers), "Don't worry. Everything will be all right." And, at precisely that moment, the print rather eerily, and quickly, disintegrated on the screen in a mess of melted bubbles. Blank screen for a few minutes. Then the film started again, and headed to a way too predictable conclusion. Was it the Devil's anger at such an unnecessary remake?

Posted by Nikki Finke on Sunday, Jun 4th, 2006 at 08:35PM | Permalink |

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