Disciples in the Moonlight

Barring The Emoji Movie, this is the worst thing I've seen in a theater.

Brett Varvel cannot act, always making the same constipated expression regardless of the emotion he's supposed to convey. The directing feels like a sitcom, with repetitive shot reverse shots and the same establishing shots used repeatedly across four bland, suburban sets. Occasionally, when the Christians are evading the evil secular government, we're treated to shadowy shots of forests and fields so dark you can't tell who's who or where they're going. The editing is a mix of mind-numbingly simple sequencing and incoherent transitions, all overseen by the leading actor himself, which at least makes it clear who to laugh at. Even if you believe being an American Christian makes you an oppressed minority, you'll have a hard time taking any of this corny film seriously.