The Heart Is a Rebel

It's Thanksgiving weekend, and I'm somewhat ill, so I'm wide awake in the wee hours of Thanksgiving morning, and I'm in need of something to remind me of the things I should be thankful for, and whom I should be thankful to, so I'm flipping channels, and my local Christian network TV station is showing something that I readily recognize as a pre-ratings (and therefore, likely safe) flick that I've never seen before, with a grandmotherly lady of indigenous African descent with a wonderful voice raising praise in the form of a sweet Southern Spiritual.

That captured me. Normally, it wouldn't necessarily. This morning, it did.

And, it worked.

The story was so-so, the resolution was predictable, the special effects and props were few, but the lines and acting were superb, which is what Drama's all about in the first place. So good was it, that even though I predicted the resolution long before half way, at the climax, It could easily have going in a variety of other directions, so it was by no means a cheesy mono-dimensional storyline, and I found myself pleasantly more riveted than I had expected.

The least entertaining, least riveting, least rewarding parts of the film, however, was the incorporation of footage of a renowned televangelist. Personally, I have nothing major against that ministry nor that style of televangelism, but that televangelistic style appeared to clash with the acting styles of the entire cast. It just didn't quite fit. Although that might have been a selling point at the time this flick was produced, I believe it would have been a much more entertaining and therefor, reaching flick, without it.