This Noah review fascinated me. It seems no matter how far a person has gone from what they believe as a child the Bible stays with them. It’s the same thing I saw with Roger Ebert. A man who lost faith and a belief in God but still called himself a Catholic and sprinkled his reviews with spirituality.
"If I had to compare “Noah” to any previous Biblical movies, I’d go with Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of the Christ” and Martin Scorsese’s “The Last Temptation of Christ,” not because the stories are similar (obviously they aren’t; Old Testament vs. New) but because, even when you’re confused or disgusted or bored, you still feel the director’s mad passion radiating from the screen. Aronofsky has made a major, perhaps catastrophic tactical error, in that we can always feel his obsessive certainty but we can’t quite translate it into our own terms, as we should be able to do with any fable or cautionary tale that’s meant to illuminate or instruct. What’s onscreen often feels more like a visual transcript of one man’s fantasy or nightmare, with all the baffling or nonsensical juxtapositions of this and that and the other thing left intact, exactly as Aronofsky’s sleeping mind first encountered them.
The net effect reminded me of one of my favorite passages from the New Testament, 1 Corinthians 14.4: “Anyone who speaks in a tongue edifies themselves, but the one who prophesies edifies the congregation.” Aronofsky is speaking in tongues here, edifying himself but not the congregation. But it’s not every day that you get to see a major American filmmaker speak in tongues, babbling to a theater full of strangers about the astonishing dream he had, a dream that he’s sure is important, even though he can’t explain precisely why. You don’t see movies like this everyday. You don’t see movies like this ever. That’s not nothing.