Or Why I’ll Eat A Little Crow
I love movies. Always have, always will. I will watch a movie for a variety of reasons, whether for escapism (the most common reason for me), for entertainment (typically hand-in-hand with escapism), for keeping up with pop culture, for education, and even for inspiration.
I’ll watch the gamut of films, too, whether classic (The Sound of Music, Casablanca, and West Side Story) or sci-fi (Star Wars), or fantasy (Lord of the Rings), or even guilty pleasures (Talladega Nights, Dude-Where’s My Car).
But when it comes to religious films, specifically those with Biblical and Christian themes, my own reaction to them have been mixed, at best. I have always enjoyed Charleton Heston in The Ten Commandments, a film that I consider to be both a classic piece of epic filmmaking and a film of unintentional camp. I also enjoyed Dreamworks Animation’s The Prince of Egypt (though it seemed to be a Reader’s Digest Condensed version of Heston’s film). Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ was fantastic, if gory, but it is a reminder of the pain experienced by this Man in the effort to save us from our sins. And lest I forget, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe followed CS Lewis’ book well, nicely showing the sacrificial and redemptive analogy of Aslan to Christ.
But for the good quality of these big budget films, there are the lower brow Christian films…such as the direct-to-video Left Behind films, predominantly vehicles for woe-begone former TV child stars to have one last shot at a film career, films filled with third rate special effects, seemingly recycled sets, poor dialogue, and stiff acting. Given the source material, it isn’t a stretch to see that the films are as clunky as they are.
So it was with much trepidation that I viewed Facing the Giants this evening. As you may be aware, this film was produced, written, and acted by members of a church in Georgia, and distributed for wide release by a major film distributor. The film cost only $100,000 to make, with the majority of the work done by volunteers from the church who felt the call to ministry by participating in this endeavor.
I found it impressive that this church was able to produce this film for wide release, but I could not help but cringe at the thought of amateurs making this film in an effort to spread the Gospel. As I popped in the DVD and the family and I settled in to view this film, I was ready to quietly hop online and put up a blog post while the wife and kids watched the film. This film needed to hook me early if I was going to stick around and watch it. I was ready to be disappointed, and I was ready to trash the film.
The first 20 minutes were, quite frankly, excruciating. The dialogue was clunky. The delivery of the dialogue was wooden and stiff - it was as if the actors were being fed their lines into an earpiece. I bit my lower lip, ready to run back to the bedroom and catch the score of the Warriors/Mavericks playoff game. But I didn’t, because I wanted to see the rest of this train wreck occur.
Yet as the film progressed, I found myself transfixed by the story. I knew how the film was going to end - stories of underdog teams who come from behind to win are common in film - and while I found the parable to be simplistic, I knew as I watched, that I was not the intended audience for this film. I kept glancing at my 8 year old daughter and 6 year son, who were thoroughly engrossed in the film, cheering for the Shiloh Academy football team, and I could see that they “got” the film’s message.
I was reminded, once again, that it’s not about me. While I may enjoy reading works by notable theological writers (as evidenced from my assorted quotes of such writers here) and formulate my own thoughts on faith through my Scripture readings with supplementation by those writings, others, such as my children, may very well get their theological messages from a film like Facing the Giants - a film that in simple terms, shows practical application of Scripture in daily life, beginning with the individual heart that opens to Christ’s love.
Is it a well-acted film? Not by a long shot.
Is the dialogue tenable? Even die-hard Christians will wish a good screenwriter could have scrubbed the lines some more.
Is it a well-made film? The football cinematography was on-par with other football films I’ve seen.
Most importantly, though, will God speak to an individual heart using this film?
Absolutely. And for that reason alone this film gets a thumbs up from “The Beach.”