okay I’m just putting it out there, despite my rigid No Clergy rule which is carved upon my tablet of personal commandments right next to “No More Gold Lamé Toreador Outfits” there is nothing I can say about Gabriel Byrne in a cassock that wouldn’t get me fired from this blog and possibly kicked out of the Anglican Communion, and while Byrne is super hot I’m not trying to live the rest of life eating cream-of-something casserole (seriously does EVERYTHING need a Ritz cracker topping?) and pretending not to recognize people at the liquor store.
Stigmata is not a cinematic masterpiece like The Wicker Man or Nosferatu but it IS a great supernatural thriller, and it’s aged well as opposed to The Exorcist –fun fact: I used to have to run up and down the Exorcist stairs for crew practice– which is just a pea soup schlockfest to audiences seeing it for the first time. When I first saw The Exorcist in college I laughed and laughed and laughed. The crabwalk? Really? I’ve done scarier things than that just trying to get into a pair of jeans.
Note: do NOT watch this movie with a bunch of seminary professors unless you want your Sweaty and Angsty Gabriel Byrne Hotness to be interrupted with angry academics shouting “WRONG!” and flinging chocolate covered pretzels (ON MY WHITE COUCH!!!) as the argue over the validity of the Gnostic heresy.