Nicolas Cage's Jesus-Themed Thriller Film Isn't as Wild Than Expected
The acclaimed actor may be the optimal selection for a audacious scary movie centered on the biblical figure, however not for the causes some viewers could guess. Truthfully, Cage doesn't even portray Jesus in The Carpenter’s Son: the part he plays is referred to merely as The Carpenter. He is positioned as a father figure of this narrative, working to keep his beliefs as his son (portrayed by the young actor), their teenage foster child, starts to display divine powers. Why it's hard to envision any other major actor playing this part is that while the role is burdened with multiple trials, Nicolas Cage seems almost emotionally certain that the dark, bleak little movie is a valuable project.
The Actor's Current Career Choices
Cage has spending those years more judiciously lately. He continues to makes additional projects than the majority of casual fans could possibly view — for example, are you aware that he has completed three different Westerns in the past three years? — but he also mixes in esteemed A24/Neon gigs like one recent hit, Pig, and a further title. This new film seems like one of those, in that it’s genre-adjacent, possibly controversial, and takes a over-the-top concept quite seriously.
The Film's Storyline and Handling
Unfortunately, writer-director the director does not reward the audience's focus. The Carpenter’s Son starts from a engagingly rootless context, presented as inspired by an unknown scripture about the early years of Jesus. The Carpenter, The Mother, and their son move constantly, fearful of faith-based hostility or distrust over The Boy’s strange powers. “Disaster trails us,” The Carpenter mournfully notes. That continues when evil influences target the household in their latest settlement, getting a jump-start on the well-known scriptural test for The Boy.
Sometimes, the movie mirrors an Exorcist-style supernatural thriller, but no one of the lead characters are clearly inhabited. On the contrary, they grow progressively isolated from each other, as these entities influence a local young woman (Isla Johnston, credited as an outsider) that The Boy forms a relationship with, and presents everyone disturbing images of a grim future. The Carpenter in particular fights with his role in this story, at times scolding his child he can’t fully understand.
Controversy and Care
This material is prone to court controversy, and Nathan treats it with a lot of sensitivity — excessive, maybe. The concept of a young man confronted with his destined offering and tempted by mysterious forces is indeed scary, but the filmmaker could be cautious about looking exploitative and anxious to indicate his aims, therefore he regularly withdraws to dimly foreboding filming. Characters constantly ponder — the singer-actress, who showed real promise in another movie, interestingly — surrenders her role to her character's costume, at times punctuated by several gnarly horror imagery.
The Star's Performance and Movie's Shortcomings
Simultaneously, the actor dabbles in exactly the kind of exaggerated performance that his ironic fans might be looking for. An instance (featured) in promotional material where he loses control and shouts “I’ve lost my faith!” If that kind of theatrical release is included in a Jesus-themed horror movie, possibly a more openly absurd method would make better use of Cage’s willingness to be extreme when necessary. Instead, The Carpenter’s Son is closer to the poorer direct-to-video films Cage made over the 2010s — not the cheesy thrillers so much as the serious stories and ghost stories that typically appear interesting, and often contain several notable Cage moments, but finally come across like, well, low-budget DTV material.
Honestly, some of those, while less ambitious, were more watchable in general. Here is where I need to violate my own dogma, not religious but professional: Long ago, a respected mentor urged me to banish descriptive terms like “tedious” or “uninteresting” from my film-criticism vocabulary. These phrases convey little except a personal and generically described impatience, disengaging from the task of clearly expressing the mental and emotional experience of seeing a specific film. It's hard to communicate boredom without appearing dull yourself. It’s no more expressive as calling a movie “notable.” “Explain further,” in other words.
However, I admit, I was bored for a large part of the film. On the positive side, it’s a devotional type of dullness, not due to this movie is moralizing, but because it requires a kind of patient acceptance to sit through it. At some point in the beginning, this feature locks into a repetitive rhythm of simmering anguish, and does not