It's a big statement. It's like calling someone a genius, so often overused. But, truly, no man has lesser talent than Robert Marcarelli. Were this not made in 1999, I would have been convinced that this Passion Play was the inspiration for the LIFE OF BRIAN, only that Monty Python seemed to take Jesus more seriously. I sat, in complete, almost religious awe, at how anyone could make a film so completely without merit; A film where the actors managed to convey profound silliness with every staged glance; A film where you had people speaking in thick accents of their own origin - be they French, British, or Israeli; A film that would convince the Pope himself that the passion play was a lie and a fraud. I wish I could meet this sterlingly incompetent writer-director, Mr. Marcarelli. He is an artist of the first magnitude for achieving a surreal perfection through his consistent lack of a dramatic sense. How can a person achieve this zenith of badness? Well, I suppose you'd start by eliminating anyone in the cast that had taste, sensitivity and any acting ability. Next, you'd tell them to "act mad", "act happy", "act sad." And finally, you'd do only one take. The only thing that would make this work better would be if the lab showed the same lack of competence by overexposing and destroying the negative.
