Maybe this one is excessively big, but i guess that is just perfect to retract the despar of the jesuist priest. A powerful powerful story, even for a non religious person, and a technique masterpiece from the cinematography to the sounds (or the absence of them)
For a non religious person such as myself, to be intellectually and morally challenged by the hardships of jesuit missionaries in the backdrop of a repressive XVII century Japan is a testament of the braveness and high standard of storytelling the now septuagenarian Martin Scorsese is known for. An equally enticing and terrifying vision of two incongruous ideologies clashing.
En su tercer aventura religiosa, Scorsese se mantiene (como de costumbre) alejado de las convenciones del cine norteamericano promedio con esta brillante meditación sobre la intolerancia religiosa, la integridad humana y la Fé, la cuál (como suele suceder con cualquier película de contenido inteligente) no gozó del aprecio del público gringo y resultó un estrépitoso fracaso durante su corrida comercial en aquel país
"Japan: I have the bigger dick/faith.
Jesuits: No! I have the bigger dick/faith."
Scorsese's worst ever film. No matter what the subject is, no movie has the right to be that excruciatingly boring. That's the worst crime in cinema. You cannot be boring. Ropey dialogues, awful pacing, terrible acting. The biggest disappointment of the decade, along with Lance Armstrong's cheating.
Meditative and quiet - oscillating gently on the screen like trees in a light wind. A beautiful, surprising effort. Garfield and Driver are captivating while Neeson feels very miscast, to the point where even he feels it. However, this small hiccup does not take much away from the impact of the film as a whole.
High-time we called out Scorsese for what he is. A con artist; a phony, intelectual dishonest thief with zero integrity. Guy does a XVII th century film with PORTUGUESE priests who speak E n g l i s h?! WTF? Yet, when the Japanese villagers correctly use accurate Portuguese words such as 'deus' & 'paraíso', both Garupe & Rodrigues arrogantly say 'paradise' (it's PA-RA-Í-SO btw). Masses? Performed in Latin. *Facepalm*
A sprawling, anguished study of faith. While even-handed and appropriately detached, "Silence" asks big questions in the Kierkegaardian, Sacrifice-of-Isaac vein: How ought one act when faith collides with what is morally right?
There are two types of Christian films: those that provide easy answers and those that ask tough questions. The US has always preferred the former—we want concrete miracles straight from Jesus via Cecil B. DeMille. Scorsese's work is far more challenging, an inquiry into what faith does in a world without such proof, and the answer he finds may be that if god does exist it's only within man. Frustrating but haunting.