“Facing the Giants” demonstrates the Kendricks’ clear
writing talent. The story is
well-crafted, with nice (but generally not “two-by-four” obvious) little (and
large) allusions to all kinds of Biblical stories, all of them cleverly
integrated into a cohesive, strong whole.
The writing also includes some true gems: the wife’s speech about their hoped-for
children is among the best screen-writing I’ve ever had the pleasure to admire,
and the “death crawl” scene is quite frankly among the most stirring scenes
I’ve ever seen on film, period.
The strength of the writing is obvious in the face of
the fact that frankly, nobody is a “real” actor here. The performances are sincere, but most of
them suffer from simply an utter lack of any notion what acting really involves
(not their fault, just a fact). On
occasion, this actually works better than a “hired gun” might have—Alex
Kendrick, for example, clearly has such deep empathy for the character he has
created that he can just “be” the role (the way Hollywood tag lines always
promise us the star will be—“So-and-So IS. . .”—but which is rarely actually
delivered). His vulnerability is deeply
touching; only the stoniest of hearts could not respond to it.

A keeper.
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