I don’t much care for biblical epics. I think I must have seen every one of them that came out in the 1950s on the big screen (where they belong) from The Robe in 1951 to The Story of Ruth in 1960. I saw Solomon and Sheba the week after Christmas in 1959, about a month after seeing Ben-Hur.
There is one biblical epic you owe it to yourself to see: the 1927 Cecil B. DeMille The King of Kings. Not only does it represent the acme of silent movie making with gorgeous black and white photography and fabulous lighting, it’s probably one of the most influential movies ever made. For an idea of how influential consider this:
Lastly there is Cecil B. DeMille’s “The King of Kings,” the spiritual predecessor to “Jesus.” Its viewership was estimated at over 800 million people by 1959. Because it was produced as a silent film, Protestant and Catholic missionaries alike were able to use it for decades to share the Gospel with non-English-speaking peoples. According to DeMille’s autobiography, during the Korean War Madame Chiang Kai-shek sent an emissary to DeMille seeking a copy of the film to show in P.O.W. camps.
The most powerful story related by DeMille about the influence of “The King of Kings” involved a Polish man named William E. Wallner. Living in Danzig (today Gdansk), Wallner saw “The King of Kings” in 1928. Greatly moved, he decided to devote his life to Christian ministry.
By 1939, Wallner was leading a Lutheran parish in Prague. Shortly after Hitler’s invasion of Czechoslovakia, a doctor in Wallner’s parish was sent to a Nazi concentration camp. Wallner shared with DeMille how the doctor, a Jewish convert to Christianity, encouraged his fellow prisoners “to die bravely, with faith in their hearts.” As a result, the doctor became a target of Gestapo officers.
Although struck with an iron rod until one of his arms had to be amputated, the doctor would not be quieted. Finally, as DeMille’s autobiography recounts, “one Gestapo officer beat the doctor’s head against a stone wall until blood was streaming down his face.” Holding a mirror before the doctor, the Gestapo officer sneered: “Take a look at yourself. Now you look like your Jewish Christ.”
Lifting his remaining hand up, the doctor exclaimed, “Lord [Jesus], never in my life have I received such honor—to resemble You.” Those would be his last words on Earth.
Distraught by the doctor’s proclamation, the Gestapo officer sought out Wallner that night. “Could Pastor Wallner help him, free him from the terrible burden of his guilt?”
After praying with him, Wallner advised, “Perhaps God let you kill that good man to bring you to the foot of the Cross, where you can help others.” The Gestapo officer returned to the concentration camp. And through the aid of Wallner and the Czech underground, he worked to free many Jews over the years that followed.
On July 30, 1957, Wallner met with DeMille and spoke about the impact “The King of Kings” had on his life and all who came in contact with him. Wallner ended his account to DeMille by declaring: “If it were not for ‘The King of Kings,’ I would not be a Lutheran pastor, and 350 Jewish children would have died in the ditches.”
However, there are religious pictures that I like and some that I love. They are mostly small pictures and stories about changing hearts.
So, for example, I think that Lilies of the Field is a brilliant picture. If you’ve never seen it Sidney Poitier plays an itinerant handyman who’s conned by a group of German nuns in the desert of the American Southwest into building a chapel for them. The great thing about the picture is the way it shows the hand of God working in human hearts. At the end of the picture every single person in it has changed for the better.
I love Big Fish. You might not think of it as a religious picture but, indeed, it is. The world is not what you think it is. It is bigger and grander than you can imagine and the stories that the old people told you are true. Not only is it Fellini-esque but I find it very touching.
Speaking of the world being different from what you think it is, I should mention two pictures written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan: Wide Awake and Signs. Wide Awake is a nice little picture you should seek out if you’ve got the chance. It was made just before The Sixth Sense. I know that fifth graders don’t talk the way the main character does at the end of the movie but it’s a great speech anyway.
I’m not sure what I can tell you about Signs. It’s an alien invasion movie. It’s a movie about faith lost and found. I think it’s one of Mel Gibson’s best acting jobs. Right after The Year of Living Dangerously. Signs is corny but, then, I’m pretty corny. I think it would have been better if he had never shown the aliens just as Tourneur’s Mark of the Demon would have been better if they’d never shown the demon (as Tourneur intended—the studio tacked it on). I think that everything that Shyamalan has made since Signs is eminently forgettable but his first three or four pictures should secure him at least a footnote.
Check out Black Narcissus. Like many of Michael Powell’s pictures it’s a pretty scary picture. Not scary as in blood and gore and things that go bump in the night but scary as in the conflicts in human hearts can be pretty frightening. I also love the way that Black Narcissus looks. That glorious,vivid, surreal British Technicolor.
Now that I mention Michael Powell, check out A Matter of Life and Death, one of my favorite pictures of any kind. A religious movie, but not in any conventional sense.
Also Miyazaki’s Spirited Away. Pretty much everything you need to know about Shinto.
And Roberto Benigni’s Life is Beautiful. Probably the movie he’ll be remembered for.
Update
I forgot to mention Jacques Tourneur’s Stars in My Crown. Joel McCrea plays a preacher in the American Southwest in the 19th century. Great cast. Good story. Magnificent scene and speech near the end of the picture.