Review: The Celestine Prophecy
Primary
school history teacher Matthew Settle is having a rough trot when an old
acquaintance (Robyn Cohen) clues him in on some weird spiritual trip going on
in Peru. Settle, who has been having mysterious dreams lately, decides to go,
and finds himself (can you say spiritual awakening?) amidst a bunch of
hippie-like zombies who crap on and on about ‘energies’ and other such
non-descriptive terms, as well as talk of a series of ancient scrolls. Chief
among them are Thomas Kretschmann (a sort of spiritual Indiana Jones), Annabeth
Gish (as a translator), Obba Babatunde (the token black dude, to show this hippy
spiritual group down wit’ the black peeps, ‘yo!), Joaquim de Almeida (not
playing an ethnic villain for once) and Sarah Wayne Callies. Hector Elizondo is
a Roman Catholic Cardinal, connected to some government officials hell-bent on
destroying the scrolls (in a subplot that might’ve been interesting elsewhere).
Apparently the scrolls are meant to offer ‘insights’ leading us to the next
stage of evolution, and let’s just say that this has the film’s baddies really,
really worried (Jurgen Prochnow plays the chief enforcer of evil, by the way).
Supremely
stupid, phony 2006 Armand Mastroianni-directed (who made the OK slasher pic “He
Knows You’re Alone” way back in 1981) adaptation of a supposedly
fascinating James Redfield bestseller. I haven’t read it, and most likely
won’t. So sue me, or damn me to the fiery pits of Hell (Just don’t fuck with my
energies, OK?). The sometimes hilariously awful screenplay by Barnet Bain (the
gorgeous but equally sappy spiritual bore “What Dreams May Come”), Dan
Gordon (“Murder in the First”, “Wyatt Earp”), and Redfield
himself (and its apparently mostly faithful), leaves the talented cast no
chance at all.
Annabeth
Gish, one of my personal favourite actresses (and the love of my life- I’m so
glad she’s getting both work and recognition, particularly on TV), is
unfortunately encouraged to tap into the least interesting side to her.
Remember all that meditative, spiritual mumbo-jumbo whale music crap she tried
to introduce Dana Scully to on “The X Files”? Multiply that by a
thousand and that’s how cheesy and annoying she is here, in easily the worst
performance of her career. God I feel dirty for saying that. I still, love ‘ya,
Annabeth (and I still say you were underrated on “The X Files”), but you
gotta stop with the airy-fairy spiritual Yoda crap already. It ain’t your best
side. It wouldn’t even be the best side of anyone. The only thing that made her
more convincing in the role than any of the other actors (fake-arse
bible-bashing gangstas I like to call them) is simply because I know from
research (i.e. Obsession and stalking) that Annabeth definitely has that side
to her (though she doesn’t claim to be religious as such). Elizondo, meanwhile,
is a tough sell as a shady Cardinal, and the two leads (uber-bland Settle and
Callies) are astoundingly bad (Settle, especially, is completely out of his
depth here). The film features some of the worst and least appropriate special
FX I’ve seen outside of an Ed Wood film. Almost as bad as the FX are the
irritatingly bright cinematography (akin to staring directly at the sun) and
godawful pan pipe music by Nuno Malo.
This
might work for some people, but for me, it was cheesy (the ‘enlightened’
characters are all clichéd, “Touched by an Angel” fortune cookie-types),
airy-fairy nonsense that gives religion a bad name. And I’m an atheist! Go do
some yoga or something, OK?
Rating:
D
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