I put "The Passion of the Christ" on my Netflix queue thinking, at best I would be witness to Mel Gibson's cinematic genius and, at worst it would be delightfully ironic.
"The Passion" is the worst kind of ego trip. Like Wagner's operas, Gibson demands the audience's full... attention is inadequate... existence. Instead of glorious orchestrations, we are subjected to 2 hours of torture porn.
There is nothing 'renegade' or remotely interesting about how the film itself is shot. While Gibson and others have intimated that the film's real purpose is to encourage people to 'find Jesus' (I vaguely recall some asshole confessing to a murder after watching the 'movie'), it did a superb job inducing nausea.
Gross. Definitely avoid.
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