This week has not been a good one for screenwriter's making their directorial debuts, proving that storytellers and visualists were all not created equally. Sophomoric, pedestrian and hokey beyond words, Mitch Glazer's excruciating romantic fairytale "Passion Play" is a cliche-riddled, risible and utterly painful experience that boasts hallmark sentiments and TV movie-of-the-week sensibilities mixed in a disastrous attempt to make a love story about unearned redemption.
Sporting one contrivance after another and daring to unveil convenient plot point after plot point, "Passion Play" is easily one of the TIFFls biggest debacles and reminds us of a similar laughed-out-the-door disaster, "Boxing Helena." While, perhaps not as brutally bad, the similar, wtf tone and inability to take any moment of the film -- romantic or dramatic -- remotely seriously does ring familiar bells.
Oh, and we nearly forgot the spectacularly awful ending that we won't spoil, but we probably should considering you're never going to see this film, at least not in theaters. If Glazer comes to his senses he'll burn the negative and chalk it all up to a massive, massive lack of good judgment and basic common sense. [F]