The Shack (2017)
(On Cable TV, January 2022) As someone who’s not targeted nor receptive to Christian-themed filmmaking (yes, the irony is thick), it took me a long time to get to The Shack. After all, the story surrounding the film is arguably more interesting than the film itself. The novel on which it’s based was initially written for a family audience, then was turned into a self-published book that slowly gathered attention thanks to marketing focused on religious audiences. Eventually becoming a best-selling mainstream sensation, the book’s ultimate destination to the big screen seemed a foregone conclusion given the small-but-robust market segment for such films. Executed with some talent and a budget generous enough to accommodate the special effects work required by the plot, The Shack did relatively well for a religious-themed film: it made its costs back, got great reviews from its intended audience and not-as-bad-as-expected reviews from mainstream critics. (To be clear: the critical consensus on the film is negative, but not as overwhelmingly so as many other similar films packed for religious audiences.) Seen today, now that the hype of the book and the film have died down, what remains is half-silly and half-spiritual but not intolerable. The worst plot contrivances happen early on, as a series of happenstances are combined with the intervention of a child serial killer (!) to send our grieving protagonist (Sam Worthington) in a self-destructive spiral of guilt and self-loathing. That’s already asking a lot of good will from the audience, but the goal of such a preposterous setup is to have the protagonist reach a spiritual awakening by having him “imagine” a meeting with God, as personified by Octavia Spencer (also Graham Greene), Aviv Alush and Sumire Matsubara. That casting is indeed God-like, and it’s set against a luminously idyllic British Columbia backdrop. What’s perhaps as surprising as it is underwhelming is what God says—feel-good platitudes that often have more to do with modern self-actualization gurus than anything in the Bible. It’s not uninteresting, mind you—but the gap between divine profundity and what the script delivers can be more than just annoying. As far as conversations-with-God go, it meets the bare minimum but often feels far too pat to be fully convincing. This being said, I still liked it—there’s an intention to make this as soothing and comforting as possible (with occasional shocks) that plays well despite the wild framing material. Arguing with The Shack is practically mandatory: it’s very amusing to read how the book and the film got bad reviews from both secularists and theologians. At least the production values are high enough that it feels like a real movie rather than the poor low-budget efforts so prevalent in that market segment. And let’s not underestimate the power of casting: there’s some built-in viewing pleasure in seeing those industry veterans Spencer and Greene finally add “God” on their resumés. I’m still not ranking the film all that highly, but I’ve definitely seen worse, and would rather see The Shack again (maybe fast-forwarding over the framing device) than many other acclaimed yet intolerable films out there.