Nicolas Cage may be the perfect selection for a bold horror film about the biblical figure, though not for the motivations certain viewers could guess. In reality, Cage doesn't actually act as Jesus in the new film: his character is credited only as The Carpenter. The actor is framed as a father figure of this story, striving to maintain his faith as his son (acted by Noah Jupe), his adolescent foster child, commences to display divine powers. Why it's hard to picture a different leading star taking this character is that while the role becomes burdened with numerous trials, Nicolas Cage seems almost moving convinced that the gloomy, grim little movie is a valuable project.
Nicolas Cage was allocating those years more carefully lately. He continues to does more films than most average viewers could possibly view — as an illustration, did you know that the man has completed a trio of different frontier films over the last few years? — however he also includes esteemed critically acclaimed roles like Dream Scenario, Pig, and Longlegs. This new film appears to be a similar project, as it’s borderline horror, possibly controversial, and takes a over-the-top premise quite seriously.
Sadly, filmmaker the director fails to repay viewer engagement. The film opens in a engagingly rootless place, presented as inspired by an obscure religious text regarding Christ’s childhood. The Carpenter, The Mother, and the boy relocate frequently, afraid of religious persecution or doubt over their son's mysterious gifts. “Calamity follows us,” The Carpenter sadly observes. That continues as sinister entities attack the family where they currently live, initiating on the familiar Biblical temptation for The Boy.
Sometimes, the film mirrors an Exorcist-style possession movie, except that none of the lead characters are explicitly taken over. On the contrary, they become more and more distant mutually, when these forces influence a local young woman (the actress, listed as “The Stranger”) that the son connects to, and gives each character disturbing images of a grim future. Cage's role especially struggles with his position within the plot, at times scolding the boy he doesn't completely grasp.
The subject matter is prone to stir disagreement, and the director approaches it with much sensitivity — too much, possibly. The concept of a adolescent facing his future martyrdom and seduced by mysterious forces is certainly scary, but the filmmaker might be hesitant regarding appearing sensational and eager to telegraph his goals, so he often withdraws to darkly ominous filming. The roles brood incessantly — the singer-actress, who displayed notable talent in another movie, surprisingly — cedes her performance to her religious attire, occasionally interrupted by several gnarly horror imagery.
At the same time, Cage toy with exactly the kind of exaggerated performance that his ironic fans could be expecting. There is a moment (shown) in previews in which he flips out and yells “My belief is broken!” Should such of theatrical release is part of your Jesus-themed horror movie, maybe a more boldly ridiculous approach would be more effective of Cage’s willingness to exaggerate if needed. On the other hand, the film echoes the poorer direct-to-video movies the actor filmed during that period — apart from the B-movies instead the serious stories and ghost stories that always sound promising, and usually have several notable actor's highlights, but finally come across like, well, inexpensive direct-to-consumer content.
Frankly, a number of those, though not as grand, were more entertaining in general. At this point I need to disregard my usual practice, not religious but professional: Years back, a beloved editor urged me to remove descriptive terms like “tedious” or “uninteresting” from my film-criticism vocabulary. These phrases express scant but a individual and vaguely expressed lack of patience, avoiding the duty of vibrantly communicating the mental and sensation of watching a specific film. It's hard to convey tedium without sounding boring oneself. It’s no more expressive as labeling a movie “notable.” “Say more,” that is.
But I must confess, I grew weary for a large part of The Carpenter’s Son. On the positive side, it’s a churchy kind of stultification, not due to this movie is preachy, but because it requires a type of patient acceptance to view it. After a while early on, this feature enters a monotonous pattern of simmering distress, and fails to