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THE THEOLOGICAL JESUS

 

Thousands of faithful flocked through the predawn darkness February 25, 2004 for a free mass screening of 'The Passion of the Christ' at a suburban Dallas cineplex where the Mel Gibson religious epic was being shown on all 20 screens throughout the day. Baptist businessman Arch Bonnema bought 6,000 tickets to the movie and distributed them to groups including the Prestonwood Baptist Church, one of the largest in the region, so that Christians could see the movie for free at the Cinemark movie theater in Plano. Jesus, played by Jim Caviezel, sits with the apostles at The Last Supper in the film. (Newmarket Films/Reuters)There are, broadly, two ways to state the “success” of Jesus theologically, one without the Devil and one with him. One theology says that mankind deserved punishment for its sins, but Christ “took the rap,” heroically atoning for all the sins of history by his passion and death. This theology has little need for Jesus’ resurrection—his death accomplishes everything that needs accomplishing—and no real role for Satan to play, even as enemy. The second theology, requiring both Satan and resurrection, tells Jesus’ success as an epic tale. Back in the Garden of Eden, it says, Satan led mankind through sin into death, but by the end of time Jesus will have led mankind from sin back into life: Paradise Lost will become Paradise Regained. Jesus will accomplish this by binding his followers to him in the endlessly repeated ritual of the Last Supper so that as he rose on the third day, they will someday rise as well. In this story and this theology, punishment is not the central topic; and because Satan plays the role of villain to perfection, there is little need to draft any Jew into that role.

It is this second theology of the cross—older and deeper than atonement theology—that is reflected in "The Passion." Nowhere in this film, surprisingly enough, is there any dramatic suggestion that "Christ died for our sins." There are, on the contrary, repeated suggestions that the divine Christ is engaged in a life-and-death battle with Satan. All the more reason, then, to regret that the screenplay of “The Passion,” with so mesmerizing a screen Satan, nonetheless finds it necessary to demonize Caiaphas and company as much as it does.

Once the Jewish mob begins chanting yitstalev, Jesus’ trial quickly becomes a bloody melee, Jews and Romans attacking each other and battering Jesus at the same time. When Pilate finally washes his hands and turns Jesus over, he plainly means to say to both groups: Have at him, both of you, but leave me out of it. Already, his soldiers have gone beyond his instructions (and beyond the Gospels) by brutally prolonging Jesus’ scourging. Yet now, cynically, he allows them to do with Jesus as they will. There is, yes, one noble Roman among them, as there were two brave Jewish dissenters at the court of the high priest. There is as well a decent Jewish bystander who, drafted by the soldiers into helping Jesus carry his cross, becomes, almost against his will, Jesus’ defender. But it is the Roman soldiers—loutish, drunken, sadistic, and depraved—who define the latter third of the film and move the action forward to its savage conclusion.

“The Passion of the Christ” might almost have been titled “The Beating of the Christ.” Jesus is beaten at his arrest in the Garden, beaten as he is taken to the court of Caiaphas, beaten en route to the court of Pilate, scourged at length by Pilate’s soldiers, and so endlessly on. One of the very first beatings leaves him with his right eye swollen shut, requiring Jim Caviezel, much of whose acting in the role of Jesus consists of soulful gazing, to make do with one soulful eye only. Makeup artists Keith Vanderlaan and Greg Cannom do their best to turn two hours’ worth of beatings into a visible descent toward death, but they have a near-impossible task. The script requires Jesus to absorb so much punishment at the start that makeup must turn him into a physical ruin with perhaps forty-five minutes of the film still to run.

 

 

The true physiological monstrosity of crucifixion—the victim dying by asphyxiation, ending his life with hideous gasps, like a man drowning in mid-air—is not shown, and who would want to see it? Who would want to linger over its true obscenity, either, the naked wretch (Gibson’s Jesus wears a loincloth) pulling himself up by his bound and nailed arms to prevent the patibulum, a cunning Roman torture device placed at his groin, from grinding his genitals to a pulp? Agony of this sort has never been portrayed in art; I doubt that it ever will be. No, for all its bloodiness, “The Passion” must stun more by the moral evil it suggests more than by the physical suffering it portrays. Yes, it imports into the rather tame subgenre of the “Jesus movie” some of the techniques of the horror movie, even the “spatter movie,” but these contribute rather little in the end. As the blood drips and the blows land by the scores, if not the hundreds, more begins to seem less.

 

 

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