Ninja angels may be saving grace of ‘The Bible’by john propper, new voices
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Like 13.1 million other people, I tuned in to watch the History Channel’s new miniseries, “The Bible.” Unlike most of them, it seems, I tuned out after the first five minutes to watch something else.
Thankfully, I caught a repeat of the premiere (the first of five, two-hour episodes) the following night. Needless to say, millennia-old spoilers will follow. Be warned, lest you find out they all died and Evil Locke was the Smoke Monster.
The FX (mostly). Some of the production seems TV-cheap. But visual FX blend tightly with the live work. On the whole, they are passable and textured.
Action. Battle sequences are appropriately violent, with fast but logical cuts. There’s nothing cinema worthy here, or even up to the par of “period” greats like HBO’s “Game of Thrones.” Still, for a religious program on the History Channel, it’s a strength.
Speaking of battles: Ninja angel. That’s right, there’s a ninja angel. He ninja-fies the s**t out of Sodom in the righteous anger of God. With swords and ninja flips and armor. Then fire rains down and he stabs the survivors to death. Just like in Parshat Vayera.
Cinematography. The landscape shots are epic in scope.
Music. Hans Zimmer did the score. That’s nice.
Also, narrator Keith David has a beautiful voice. From time to time, he pops in to fill the story gaps. He’s no Morgan Freeman, but his seriousness is charming.
What doesn’t work:
The story. Look, the Bible is the most influential and widely read literature in human history. But it isn’t a single story. The program’s constant time leaps will only make sense to those already familiar with the structure of scripture.
Which brings me to my next point: the choir. They’re preaching to it, telling beloved myths to the already converted with all the insight and artistic sensibility of a 5-year-old. And the quality will never matter, because the target audiences will buy it anyway. It feels cynical.
Acting. No one is completely bad. They’re earnest, but it’s a “local church Christmas pageant” earnestness. The heroes do a lot of ham-fisted pontificating about the glory of God, and the villains do a lot of teeth-gritting and yelling at our heroes.
P.S. Most everybody looks European. Stahp that.
P.P.S. Noah is Scottish, I think.
Dialogue. Much of it feels stiff and “barely there,” like each of the actors was driven into the desert and told to “act like Moses” or “act like Abraham.” Sometimes, entire scenes pass with what feels like improvised conversation meant to fill space.
A few of these stories, while powerful on paper, become charmless and even disturbing on film. In particular, Abraham’s “Punk’d” sacrifice of Isaac is incredibly unsettling. From Isaac’s attempt to fight back (“Please father, you’re hurting me!”), to Sarah running up the hillside in sobs … it’s just … “ewww.”
Ironically, the music in that scene is inspiring, like Abraham just cured cancer instead of almost stabbing his son to death while his wife waits helplessly at the foot of the mount.
If you like sandal epics, this is an option for light weekend viewing. If you’re not predisposed to like it, there’s not much else redeeming it. About an hour and a half in, as Moses turned the waters of Egypt to blood, I found myself falling asleep.
All of which leads me to an observation: Remember when Bible movies were awesome? I’m talking about the heyday of the “sandal epic,” movies as entertaining and thought-provoking as they are inspiring. Heck, even Zeffirelli’s “Jesus of Nazareth” (which came some time after DeMille and Heston and Wyler) feels more universally appealing than this film. I may not believe in Jesus, and the New Testament may not be in my Bible, but good storytelling can move anyone.
These days, Bible movies seem squarely geared at the uncritical “family values” crowd: mostly, white Protestants who vote Republican. Usually these movies don’t feel like art at all — more like commercial religious tracts. But there was a time when films could compel and preach. If I — a naturalist Jew with progressive politics — can watch the “Jesus saves the day” conclusion of “Ben-Hur” with a genuine tear in my eye, what’s to say any well-told religious yarn couldn’t do the same thing?
Until then, let’s try to be content with ninja angels.
A version of this piece originally appeared in New Voices (newvoices.org), the national Jewish student magazine.
“The Bible” airs at 8 p.m. Sundays through March 31 on the History Channel.