I've been trying to organize my thoughts on this movie and write them down. I'm having great difficulty.
My wife and I, our youngest son and a friend of his went to the 11:00 AM show. Up early this morning, I actually had thoughts of not going. I was dreading going. It was... peculiar.
Trying to take my mind off of it before the show, I decided on a whim to attack the glut of gumballs that had accumulated over the last few months in the yard by running a mower with an attached bag over them. I was successful only in picking up gumballs. I kept thinking about what I'd heard from others about the movie.
Some wouldn't go because it was too violent. Some because conservative christians were championing the movie. I wondered how different I might be after seeing it. I even worried (and still do) that I might not be affected by it at all. Fleeting thoughts of simply not going and finishing the yard (I still had the entire backyard to do) entered but quickly exited my mind. I was being foolish about this. It's only a damned movie.
We arrived to a half-empty theatre with 15 minutes to spare. I assumed it wasn't a sellout because of the time.
I walked by the popcorn machine. No popcorn for me. My stomach was in knots. And I didn't want a coke knowing that I needed to sit through the entire flick and not be distracted by the urge to take a leak.
Soon enough the lights dimmed, the commercials and previews went by (rather quickly) and the movie begins.
Can you believe I was breathing hard? What foolishness.
It starts in the garden of Gethsemane under a blue moon on a foggy night. Jesus, praying, in anguish and fear. Soon enough, I hear my youngest son ask my wife if the entire movie was sub-titled. Oops, we'd forgot to tell him that part. I chuckled a bit.
From here the movie moves rather quickly.
Judas before the Jewish council. Judas being tossed a bag filled with silver coins.
Christ in the garden, in anguish. Sweating blood. Peter and the disciples being awakened by an agitated Christ, obviously upset, frightened, angry, even confused.
And there's an extra-biblical scene with an androgynous satanic figure (one we'll see more of throughout the movie), someone who reminds me now of the punk rocker Marilyn Manson.
Judas arrives in the garden, leading a gang of thugs with body armor, shields, chains, swords and lit torches to guide them to Jesus.
The kiss from Judas. A struggle. An ear is cut off. Jesus heals the injured man. It's done well. I'm impressed at this point with the realism. This is no low-budget Jesus flick. And the language, in Aramaic and Latin, adds to the authenticity. I thought I'd be distracted by the sub-titles. I'm not.
From here, the brutality begins. And it's violent. Very. I would not take children under the age of 13 to this movie unless they've displayed an unusual maturity. The R rating is justified.
The movie then takes us, slowly I think now but during the movie it seems to go by more quickly, through the process by which Christ is brought before the Jewish Council, before Pontius Pilate, to Herod, back to Pilate, and then the toughest part of the movie but that which I think every christian should sit through, begins in earnest.
Gibson intermingles flashback scenes at interesting moments that center on Christ's ministry, or his relationship with his mother, his childhood, the if-any-of-you-is-without-sin-then-cast-the-first-stone scene with Mary Magdalene as the woman caught in sin, Peter saying he'll never leave Christ's side.
The musical score is haunting, moving. The scenery incredible.
The flogging is painful to watch. I wished it to stop. I caught myself crying silently. It seemed to go on for too long.
Gibson's Catholicism becomes obvious as Christ is led to the crucifixion. It seems scripted to the 12 stations of the Cross. Again he uses flashbacks, powerfully. One scene of Mary running to assist the little boy Jesus who has fallen down. Much emotion is felt, tangibly. By now my nose is running and I try to sniff away the need for a tissue. I find myself leaning forward in my seat, my head in my hands. I'm breathing as if I've been on the stair-stepper for 20 minutes.
Then the cross. Again, very tough to watch. It's graphic. And so emotional. I can understand now how tough this had to be for Caviezel, the actor who plays the Christ. Not just physically, but emotionally. He does one hell of a job.
The movie ends with the Resurrection, done quickly but done well.
The credits roll and I sit in my seat. I'm not ready to take on the physical exertion necessary to get out of my seat. I'm spent. I feel as if I've been to the gym. Simply worn out.
Tomorrow, I'll attempt to tell more about my reactions since, to what I've seen, to what others are saying, to why I think this movie should be seen by every believer, and to how I think some are definitely slandering Gibson, and slandering the movie.
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