Act of God

Oh my. This is a discombobulated mess. Most documentaries explain...something. For example, who they're interviewing and why. This "documentary" is all over the map. Like lightening, I suppose. I couldn't figure out 1% of the time where, why, or who anything that was going on, was about. Watch youtube videos showing lightening strikes. That's about all this is. Pretty boring watching someone who can't play the guitar but was struck by lightening, attempt to do so in order for an eeg to be mapped by. Really? And guess what...yep, you guessed it...nada was gathered or determined. Nothing.

No...This is not a documentary about Lou Christie (a pop singer from the 1960's),but a rather humdrum expose about some folk who were struck by a bolt of lightning,and survived to tell their tale (at least,most of them survived). We see some fairly impressive footage of violent thunderstorms,with vivid flashes of lightning (although nothing we haven't seen on the Weather Channel several times over already),with testimonies by the likes of novelist,Paul Auster,and others who have been through it,with some unrelated footage of experimental/noise guitarist,Fred Frith playing some real nice improvisational guitar music,while he is being a test subject for brain wave study in London (easily the film's best moments). We also get insights on the spiritual/religious take on being struck by lightning by persons in France,Cuba & Mexico. Does any of this back up their claim that lightning is sent by (their)God as some sort of test? That's up to you to decide. Jennifer Baichwal,who directed the superb 'Manufactured Landscapes',half heartedly directs this mishmash of a "by the numbers" account on lightning & it's effects on the human condition. I only wish that Baichwal had focused her lens on Fred Frith & directed a documentary on his guitar techniques,instead. Spoken in English,and French & Spanish with English subtitles. Not rated by the MPAA,this film serves up a rude word,or two.

'Act of God' is a film about lightning. There are stories, some miraculous, others tragic, of people who have been struck by it; various people interested in it, or more generally, in the effects of electricity on the human brain, tell us why; and there is also some footage of storms. But there's no science, and no structure either; and the choice of material never seems other than random, the selection is too broad to make the film seem personal, but too sketchy to make the film definitive. The director is clearly in awe of in his subject, but ultimately doesn't appear to have very much to tell us about it, although getting hit by a bolt is clearly a bad idea. In truth, as a viewer, I was bored.