It’s a PSA for adoption, political ambition, parental anxiety, and, not surprisingly, the Antichrist. It begins with diplomat Robert Thorn (Gregory Peck), who, while stationed in Rome, swaps his stillborn baby with a mysterious orphan handed to him in the shadows of an Italian hospital. Nothing suspicious about that - unless you've read a Bible, a horror novel, or watched daytime television. Everything seems fine until little Damien (Harvey Stephens) turns five, develops a fear of churches, and an affinity for staring ominously into the distance. As the body count begins to pile up - a nanny commits the ultimate party foul, a priest who tries to warn the Thorns but gets shish-kebabed by a flying lightning rod, things start to become clear…Coincidence? Maybe. Suspicious? Definitely. Paranormal? Absolutely. Enter a photographer who notices mysterious shadows in his pictures that just so happen to predict everyone’s gruesome demise. He teams up with Robert to uncover the truth: Damien is not just your average creepy kid - he’s the actual spawn of Satan! Which makes you rethink that time he bit the babysitter. Following a cross country trip around Europe to ancient churches, cryptic prophecies, dogs with bad attitudes, with a whole lot of Gregorian chanting, Robert decides the only way to stop Damien is with a sacred dagger set they no longer sell at Williams Sonoma. A harrowing tale of evil incarnate, spiritual warfare, and why it’s probably a good idea to ask a few follow-up questions before adopting random babies in Italy. In the end, the kid ends up in the White House. That’s not a spoiler, that’s a warning. So if your son is surrounded by mysterious deaths, flinches at churches, and has the number 666 on his scalp, he’s evil incarnate.