Artless in so many ways. The lighting is always either flat, blown out, too little, or misaligned. The sound mixing has trouble focusing on what’s important and superfluous dialogue is always left in the mix. The writing is laughable. The acting is one-note from everyone. Shot composition? What’s that? Whoever was in charge of hair and makeup kept leaving actresses with one incredibly thick eyebrow and one thinner eyebrow. Costume design and art direction might as well have been budgeted on a trip to Goodwill and Dollar Tree. I love it.

Disciples in the Moonlight is the latest piece of persecution fantasy film from the studio behind God’s Not Dead. Taking place in a future where the Bible is banned and replaced with an “inoffensive” version, the film follows several people who take it upon themselves to smuggle the Bible into underground churches across state lines. There is no artistic merit to this film and nothing of value in it aside from a wild snapshot into the minds of those who have drank the Kool-Aid and live their lives in fear despite living in a country where Christianity is so ubiquitous with the culture at large that all of their major holidays are practically nationally observed. Christianity won, but winning doesn’t keep people afraid and in the pews. The film doesn’t even want to examine what people might actually find oppressive about the Bible - although no one actually finds offense with the content within these days. To name the criticism is to place the criticism in people’s heads, and therefore what little we hear out of the state-approved “Enlightened Bible” does away with all the fire and brimstone, as if death itself is what people have issue with.

Throw on some of the most laughable attempts at stoicism from Every Single Male Christian Character and you have a cast of people who cannot believably cry or even look sad or hurt. And boy do they try to wring out scenes like that as much as possible. They say that when putting together a setlist that you want to create a flow of high and low emotion, heavy and light. This film wants to be heavy on the emotion at almost all times, creating a veritable What’s New Pussycat jukebox prank of inept attempts and depth. 

At least I had something to laugh at, annoying the other people in my theatre.

Artless in so many ways. The lighting is always either flat, blown out, too little, or misaligned. The sound mixing has trouble focusing on what’s important and superfluous dialogue is always left in the mix. The writing is laughable. The acting is one-note from everyone. Shot composition? What’s that? Whoever was in charge of hair and makeup kept leaving actresses with one incredibly thick eyebrow and one thinner eyebrow. Costume design and art direction might as well have been budgeted on a trip to Goodwill and Dollar Tree. I love it.

Disciples in the Moonlight is the latest piece of persecution fantasy film from the studio behind God’s Not Dead. Taking place in a future where the Bible is banned and replaced with an “inoffensive” version, the film follows several people who take it upon themselves to smuggle the Bible into underground churches across state lines. There is no artistic merit to this film and nothing of value in it aside from a wild snapshot into the minds of those who have drank the Kool-Aid and live their lives in fear despite living in a country where Christianity is so ubiquitous with the culture at large that all of their major holidays are practically nationally observed. Christianity won, but winning doesn’t keep people afraid and in the pews. The film doesn’t even want to examine what people might actually find oppressive about the Bible - although no one actually finds offense with the content within these days. To name the criticism is to place the criticism in people’s heads, and therefore what little we hear out of the state-approved “Enlightened Bible” does away with all the fire and brimstone, as if death itself is what people have issue with.

Throw on some of the most laughable attempts at stoicism from Every Single Male Christian Character and you have a cast of people who cannot believably cry or even look sad or hurt. And boy do they try to wring out scenes like that as much as possible. They say that when putting together a setlist that you want to create a flow of high and low emotion, heavy and light. This film wants to be heavy on the emotion at almost all times, creating a veritable What’s New Pussycat jukebox prank of inept attempts and depth. 

At least I had something to laugh at, annoying the other people in my theatre.