The end of civilization is so cool. People fight like in action movies, they still have iPods and other well-placed products, there's a catchy soundtrack playing, and it's all filmed and framed so beautifully that it makes you search eBay for nuclear warheads.
The war that turned the world into post-apocalyptic porn was somehow caused by bibles, so people burned them all afterwards, except one. God gave the last one to a modest-looking superhero, and asked him to carry it from the East Coast to the West, a walk that takes him 30 years for some reason. He's a mellow guy, but if you mess with him, he'll hack you up into small pieces. God also protects him on his way, mostly by turning his enemies into extras from Bruce Lee movies who always attack him one by one instead of crowding him.
There's also a regional evil crime lord who thinks that quoting passages from a Bible would put him even more in charge, so he's hell-bent on getting his filthy hands on the Good Book. Conflict ensues, all the usual plot devices are in place, and we arrive at the most predictable resolution ever to grace the big screen since Avatar.
Cormac McCarthy wrote an excellent post-apocalyptic novel, The Road, which has been turned into a harrowing, touching film. The Book of Eli fulfills the role of the shameless copycat that always rears its ugly head whenever greatness appears, with this one also borrowing heavily from Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451.
