Think about it. When you boil the story down to its basics, the film is about a Jewish social activist who is publically tortured and executed in front of his mother and friends by the colonizing forces occupying his homeland. All shown as graphically as possible. That sounds like a horror story to me.
Before I head into the meat of the article, we have to talk about the director. I will not name him here, because you all know who he is, and he doesn’t deserve the attention. Unless you have been living under a rock for over a decade you know about the absolutely vile, harmful shit that has come from his mouth. We’ve had plenty of discussions in recent years about how and when it is acceptable to separate media from the artist who’s made it. You cannot separate the director from the way he tells the story. His personal religion and viewpoints about queer people and members of other religions are a part of Passion’s intent and story. And I am enough of a “Good Catholic Girl” to be upset at this asshole making a movie about Jesus.
Now back to the analysis.
The horror elements first appear here as well. Jesus in his agony sweats blood, and is visited by Satan. Gender Ambiguous Satan is creepy (played by actress Rosalinda Celentano) because of the depiction’s presentation of androgyny. (Personally I find little girl Satan from 1988’s The Last Temptation of Christ to be much scarier). Yeah, considering the director, it’s not surprising that queerness is used as a shorthand to horrify or of emasculate characters (King Herod and company.) I roll my eyes.
Despite being the betrayer of Jesus, Judas doesn’t feature much here. Out of all the horror elements in this film, I was most impressed by what happens to him. After Jesus’ arrest, Judas is bitten and tormented by children with the faces of old people. The moment is a deep dive into the uncanny valley. I will admit to jumping in my seat a little. Judas also chews his lips to bloody bits as his sanity falls away. But the downfall of Judas is not what this movie is known for.
By the time he makes it to Golgotha, we can see his ribs and subcutaneous fat sticking out of his skin. And that’s before we watch the soldiers nail him to the cross.
Seasoned gorehounds won’t see anything they haven’t before, but remember the target audience. Roger Ebert called Passion “…the most violent film I have ever seen.” And for many people, it was. The content is meant to make you uncomfortable watching what Jesus experienced, and on that level, the film works. Your grandma’s church group was shocked, since most depictions of the crucifixion are sanitized for a variety of reasons.
While listening to the dialogue in Aramaic and Latin is an achievement, one can’t help but wonder why actors were not cast from the locales the film depicted. Maia Morgenstern and Monica Bellucci are good as Mary, the Mother of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, respectively. But those two women were not Romanian or Italian respectively. I haven’t even mentioned the Anti-Semitic treatment of the Jewish High Priests. They are portrayed with little depth and bad teeth. The director even kept a controversial line, “his blood [is] on us and our children,” in the final cut. YIKES. Pontius Pilate, the occupier, is given more sympathy and conflict than they are.
There were parts of the film I did enjoy, the little human moments between the characters. Claudia (Pilate’s wife) figuring out who Mary and Mary Magdalene are and giving them cloths to clean up Jesus’ blood after his flogging. Simon of Cyrene’s gradual bonding with Jesus as he helps carry the cross. No matter your religion (or not), if the story of Jesus of Nazareth is meaningful to you, it is because of love and not hate.
Next Time: The Wicker Man. Yes, the good one. No Bees…