Four guys. Sitting in a theater together…
Mark, 31. Emergency medical technician.
Patrick, 18. Public high school student.
Clark, 24. Home on furlough after 2 years of missionary work in Bosnia.
Chris, 29. Whatever.
That’s the setup for this review, about two hours now after seeing The Passion of the Christ. Four guys at various points in their young lives, each of whom have been through any number of experiences. You would think that despite all the hype and publicity that this movie’s gotten, that nothing… nothing… could faze these guys, right?
Right?!?
Thirty minutes after the movie ended, none of us had been able to muster much of a word beyond "okay".
Drained. Shell-shocked. Mentally and physically exhausted. Outright stunned. I feel as if I’ve aged twenty years in two hours. And the other guys said much the same, that they felt something sapped out of ...