Static ★★★½

The apocalypse by way of media-- a device that allows one to see Heaven, politely severing the psychosis and diluting religious mania down to digestible bits of supersonic synth beats and somnambulant, industrial photography; wayward, foaming refineries and sunset deception, under the fraying umbrella of loaded pistols and automatic rifle combustion, crucifix tapestry, the promise that the Static holds:

Goodbye-- but not farewell.