of passions and meaning

Easter Sunday. What better than to watch The Passion of Christ. What did I feel after it finished? Long, and slow. Violence and goryness for the sake of seeing lots of blood. Too much telling, not enough showing.

Everyone knows the story. I know Jesus was beaten up, sacrificed his life for us. It’s a powerful, moving and extremely important story. It’s a story I already believe in, have passion over, and was all prepared to shed tears over.

But the film didn’t touch on any of the drama, meaning, depth. I sat there thinking about how they got the bodysuit special effects done, wondering about the names of the characters and waiting for something to happen that would grab my attention. Ritual beatings and lots of fake blood wasn’t how I want to remember this. But unfortunately that’s how it has remained.