No movie will ever be perfect, of course, and I could nit-pick certain aspects that I felt were over/under done... but no.
The Passion is brutal, ugly, gory, grotesque, beautiful, peaceful, serene, surreal, and breathtaking, and you absolutely MUST see it.
Anything negative you've heard about it is probably wrong. Ignore it.
From the opening scenes in the garden you are pulled into the story. The mists swirling around the characters lend a surreal atmosphere, but the reality of the situation is hammered home with the light of dawn. The flashbacks to the last supper, the sermon on the mount, the woman at the well... these are woven into the tapestry of this film so cleanly, they belong.
Whether a nail goes into palms or wrists is a meaningless criticism. Anyone who could see this as a call for anti-Semitism knows nothing about Christianity.
There is no judgement here, it is simply the telling of the story with every possible detail as described by eye witnesses. It does not attempt to convince you to become a Christian, or to hate the Jews, it does nothing except tell the story... and yet, that is everything.
During the movie, I heard no audience sounds except the occasional cough. After the movie, a visibly stunned audience moved quietly and reverently out of the theater into the lobby where a few gathered in groups (I'm assuming some church groups were there). Just before leaving the theater, I looked up and saw maybe 15 or 20 people sitting with their heads down, some sobbing or trying to gather their senses.
I feel as though I have witnessed something incredible, something totally different. Something new? Something very interesting.
The Passion is brutal, ugly, gory, grotesque, beautiful, peaceful, serene, surreal, and breathtaking, and you absolutely MUST see it.
Anything negative you've heard about it is probably wrong. Ignore it.
From the opening scenes in the garden you are pulled into the story. The mists swirling around the characters lend a surreal atmosphere, but the reality of the situation is hammered home with the light of dawn. The flashbacks to the last supper, the sermon on the mount, the woman at the well... these are woven into the tapestry of this film so cleanly, they belong.
Whether a nail goes into palms or wrists is a meaningless criticism. Anyone who could see this as a call for anti-Semitism knows nothing about Christianity.
There is no judgement here, it is simply the telling of the story with every possible detail as described by eye witnesses. It does not attempt to convince you to become a Christian, or to hate the Jews, it does nothing except tell the story... and yet, that is everything.
During the movie, I heard no audience sounds except the occasional cough. After the movie, a visibly stunned audience moved quietly and reverently out of the theater into the lobby where a few gathered in groups (I'm assuming some church groups were there). Just before leaving the theater, I looked up and saw maybe 15 or 20 people sitting with their heads down, some sobbing or trying to gather their senses.
I feel as though I have witnessed something incredible, something totally different. Something new? Something very interesting.