I dont know what lunatic decided to turn the director of Thirteen loose on some unsuspecting scripture but the damage is done: The Nativity Story is one of the years most howlingly bad movies.
A benumbed Keisha Castle-Hughes has the thankless task of playing Mary, who has some splainin to do once she finds herself pregnant with the Son of God. Meanwhile, Oscar Isaac, as Joseph, has the equally difficult mission of randomly changing his expression to compensate for his costars impassivity. Not that either of them can triumph over Mike Richs atrocious screenplay, which takes more than a few detours from the Bible to "fill out the characters in ways too ludicrous to enumerate here.
I have no objection to embellishing Holy Writ, but youd better be really clever about it and not, say, play the Three Wise Men for comic relief. Thats right: its Balthazar, Melchior and Shemp. Clearly trying to horn in on Mel Gibsons constituency, the film is at once slavishly imitative of a certain passion of the Christ and hopelessly unwilling to deliver its self-flagellant goods. Though it tries to deflect criticism by flaunting its Jewishness (resulting, so help me God, in a circumcision scene complete with flinching boys), its muted palette and self-seriousness could only have come from one place.
But its no contest: as hateful as Mels folly was, it had conviction and genuine religious feeling qualities that this movie lacks in spades. Instead, it sucks whatever pleasure you might have received from the endless camp and leaves you with a dry husk that will have the faithful shaking their fists and the rest of us stunned into stupefaction.
(Alliance Atlantis)A benumbed Keisha Castle-Hughes has the thankless task of playing Mary, who has some splainin to do once she finds herself pregnant with the Son of God. Meanwhile, Oscar Isaac, as Joseph, has the equally difficult mission of randomly changing his expression to compensate for his costars impassivity. Not that either of them can triumph over Mike Richs atrocious screenplay, which takes more than a few detours from the Bible to "fill out the characters in ways too ludicrous to enumerate here.
I have no objection to embellishing Holy Writ, but youd better be really clever about it and not, say, play the Three Wise Men for comic relief. Thats right: its Balthazar, Melchior and Shemp. Clearly trying to horn in on Mel Gibsons constituency, the film is at once slavishly imitative of a certain passion of the Christ and hopelessly unwilling to deliver its self-flagellant goods. Though it tries to deflect criticism by flaunting its Jewishness (resulting, so help me God, in a circumcision scene complete with flinching boys), its muted palette and self-seriousness could only have come from one place.
But its no contest: as hateful as Mels folly was, it had conviction and genuine religious feeling qualities that this movie lacks in spades. Instead, it sucks whatever pleasure you might have received from the endless camp and leaves you with a dry husk that will have the faithful shaking their fists and the rest of us stunned into stupefaction.