Beyond Cavani's incomprehensible decision to cast Mickey Rourke in the role of the saint, except maybe to align his body and looks to the muscular ethic of renunciation which he served, the film is an index of a mainstream biopic. Neither Lanci's or Guarnieri's cinematography add semantic depth to the academic imagery and except an apt visual analogy with mass graves in WWII, the rest is a rather uninvolving project.
Found this to be an interesting portrayal of the latter part of the life is St. Francis. Mickey Rourke was passionate and moving in his role as the hermetic leader of a ragtag group of followers of Jesus. The film underscores the great difficulties that Francesco overcame on his path to sainthood, eschewing his life of comfort and wealth for one of poverty and hardship. He is depicted here as a true revolutionary.
There is a hidden relationship between the horror of reality and the horror of idealism that is brought to light in the film Francesco. The moment where St. Francis runs into the snow, tearing off his clothes - seems at once a moment of pain and a moment of ecstacy. The simplicity of his life and deeds draw a stronger and more vibrant picture of heart, and soul. The film score is amazing. The landscape beautiful.