Has an inkling of what it needs to do in terms of physicality and spirituality but, at least at this stage in the game, Mel did not know how to maximize it. Throngs mosh, Jesus' humanity is without a trace of divinity (prior to all the surrounding hullabaloo about it), and the camera glides over magic hour interiors, caressing the souls of their inhabitants, but the two modes aren't integrated and neither is in dialogue with subtext, if there even…

The most artless celebration of art I have ever witnessed. Art is basically what a very few people (this film's intended audience of The Academy) get to do for a living in this film. It is undemocratic and mainly nostalgia for the retired. This blatant attempt to funnel this myopic, decrepit worldview through not only one of the premiere genres of freedom, but a story of millennials with no money, having prospects handed to them because they are more nostalgic…