Paradise

When I saw that Frank Pierson (who did an amazing job with "Conspiracy") had done a film with David Strathairn and James LeGros, I was really excited, given that three of my little known favorites had done something together on a subject near and dear to my heart (that'd be the hypocrisy of Christian evangelism). Unfortunately, the immense satirical potential here is absolutely wasted by attempting to make a "Sopranos" or "Six Feet Under" type family drama in a ninety minute time frame. I'll say that Pierson does an amazing job of making the story flow properly between the unnecessarily large cast, but the story fails to make a concrete or even interesting comment about God or religion in America. But it does have a professional boxing subplot.

Paradise is a break in the tradition of movies depicting Christian faith. This pilot may not have achieved series status with Showtime, but its forthright depiction of the enigmatic mix of transgression, authenticity and humility of religious leaders is fresh and honest. The characters show real conflict between human desire and higher calling. The psychologically sophisticated conversations between Elizabeth Paradise and the other family members are intellectually stimulating, and the interactions between Senator Linney, billionaire Jeremiah Alcott and the Paradise Ministries officers are probably not far from the reality of the politics of international ministry organization. Although the heart of Reverend Paradise is shown to be simple and pure, there is an authenticity in the total behavior of the character that makes him believable. The strange twist around a middleweight price fight and the unexpected, uninvited supernatural abilities of renegade son Luke shows a candid window into the unpredictable nature of God. But it is the structural frame of the campfire and the strange visitor that likes double stuffed Oreo cookies that leaves the viewer with a final sense of wonder and a desire to watch it again from the beginning.

This movie fails to redeem itself, even after that possibility became miraculously available. I was certain that I was wasting my time through the first 80 minutes of gratuitous TV-preacher bashing (which might actually be appropriate if it were not handled with such apparent fiction and superficiality) when suddenly, at the very last moment, it seemed that a story was about to emerge.

I was wrong. The only interesting tension in this film goes entirely unresolved and unexplained. It almost seems like this film was re-written in editing and they lacked the footage to explain the revision. So they released it.

I can't believe I actually bought a used copy of this. I hate that I spent $5.99 for it. But I have to much love for humanity to return or exchange it. Someone else might end up with it.

Only the producer can be blamed fully, but any director that would put his name on this movie deserves a measure of disgust.

Frank Pierson's "Paradise" is an interesting look at the business of organized religion. In fact, it shows a man, at the center of the story, that may well be a fake.

An astronaut turned evangelist? Well, anything is possible. Bobby Paradise found salvation on his way back to earth. Bobby Paradise and his family are a success story. They live the life of privilege. We see the mansion, the luxury which probably stick out in sharp contrast with the life his followers lead. One wonders how can they justify this life style, which seems to be the norm for most of the people in this business.

The film's main interest is generated by its stars. David Strathairn, who brings an integrity to everything he does. Barbara Hershey, one of the best actresses in the business, who alas, is not seen much these days. And of course, Elaine Stritch is delightful playing a matriarch that loves her drinking.

While the film doesn't answer any questions about the subject of TV evangelism, it's not a total waste because of the cast and the direction.

Frank Pierson continues to create films that are controversial and thought-provoking ('Soldier's Girl', 'Dirty Pictures', 'Truman', 'Conspiracy', 'Citizen Cohn', etc). In PARADISE he examines the workings of a 'showbiz evangelist' family and in doing so opens doors and windows to inspect not only the backstage shennaigans that are gaining more media coverage of late, but also the the very important family values and human frailties that make people support this brand of 'religion'.

With a blistering screenplay by Norman Steinberg and Richard Christian Matheson. PARADISE relates the story of one Bobby Paradise (David Strathairn), a past astronaut who apparently believes he spoke with God upon re-entry into earth's atmosphere while crashing into the Indian Ocean, and has been driven to tell his story and spread the gospel with his wife Elizabeth (Barbara Hershey), his lawyer daughter (Vivienne Benesch) who has a penchant for shady behavior and who is having an affair with a boxer (Kirk Acevedo), his business manager son Matthew (James LeGros) and wife, and his alcoholic mother Isabella (Elaine Strich).

Bobby is haunted by his own demons and feels he is at the breaking point, but his wife and family encourage him to continue is financially successful business (palatial mansion, jets, money to burn and to keep everyone out of trouble, etc). But the media begins to pry and slowly we watch the family power tend to disintegrate as we discover Bobby has a son newly released from a prison term (apparently for justifiable homicide), the boxer's wife and child are 'bought out' so that the daughter can marry, etc.

The film works well primarily because of the quality of performances by Strathairn, Hershey, Strich, and all of the cast. Just when the story appears to be going over the top, the understated characters of Bobby and Elizabeth keep it grounded in reality and the possibility that this sort of family CAN exist. Too many questions are left unanswered, as though this movie for Showtime was being considered as a series for TV, but for a dissection of TV Evangelism it is a tasty investigation.