Film Review: The Shift

I love sci-fi, and I love romance. The Shift, a new film from Angel Studios, combines both genres to explore faith in a powerful battle pitting one man’s convictions with the author of all lies.

In this powerful film, the protagonist, Kevin Garner (Kristopher Polaha), suffers loss after loss when his business and reputation tank, his child is abducted, and he creates emotional distance from his wife, Molly (Elizabeth Tabish) thereby losing her. The accumulation of grief sends him spiraling down a dark path where he encounters The Benefactor (Neal McDonough).

The Benefactor presents himself as a savior to Kevin, but he cannot sustain that facade, revealing the aggressive evil that lives underneath this persona. The Benefactor tries to seduce Kevin with the idea of controlling his destiny in a metaverse with infinite outcomes, encouraging Kevin to join him and in return being given the universe of his choosing.

In a despairing moment encompassing both fear and helplessness, Kevin turns to God, surrendering in prayer. The enraged Benefactor vanishes, beginning a cycle of violence and intrigue as Kevin seeks the tool that will return him to his rightful universe. In the course of this search, he is beset with false friends and declining health in a universe filled with despair. Despite this, he endeavors to share his faith.

In a poignant moment when he is sharing a story from scripture, he discovers that he is like Job. Despite the trials and tribulations he encounters, it is his faith that drives him to reunite with his wife, Molly.

The commanding theme of evil’s seductive pull is overriden by the hope found in one man’s faith.

Available in theaters on December 1st. I highly recommend this film for mature audiences. It is sure to spark great conversation.


An Angel Studios film produced by Ken Carpenter and directed by Brock Heasley. More information is available at angel.com/watch/the-shift

weekly photo challenge: symmetry

symmetry

I had a lovely morning at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit. I participated in an interesting project with an interfaith educational channel, and was charmed by the producer, an interesting woman who was a natural story-teller.

We spoke at length about our different faiths, our families, even a little bit about writing.

We ended up in the church for the midday prayers with the monks. It was a special treat for me, since I missed my usual holy hour earlier. I sat quietly, listening to their chant, listening to the words that have carried the faithful for centuries, and I felt the connection over time, transcending time in that moment. The concord, the harmony — not only of their voices but their movements, was all in balance.

The symmetry struck me.

I felt, in that moment, the breadth, the catholicity of my faith.

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