Or, Creepiest religious film EVER.
First, the background: as fifth graders in parochial school, we received a special treat from our teacher-a chance to view the film Marcelino pan y vino (“Miracle of Marcelino”).
The movie is about a young orphan boy who is raised in a Spanish monastery. After being stung by a scorpian at age five, he becomes less of a prankster, and more melancholy and reclusive. So one day he’s hanging out in the attic, and playfully offers his slice of bread to the Christ figure on the crucifix.
And then it starts going into the realm of Stephen King: we see a HAND reach down and grasp the bread!!! From then, he starts visiting in the attic with this…thing. We never see it from the front-only from the back, and the arms wave back and form, the head moves, and it talks. Creepy as all fucking get out.
It ends with Marcelino wishing to see his mother, so as the monks watch in astonishment, the boy dies in the Christ figure’s arms.
The whole experience scared the bejeezus (heh) out of me. My friends and I were traumatized by it for about a week.
But I thought I had gotten over it. Only to be channel surfing and happen upon the movie on EWTN earlier this evening! (Thankfully, it was only at the sappy “Go to sleep Marcelino” lullaby scene, not the creepy Christ scene).
Okay, I get it’s a Katholic Klassic. But unlike Song of Bernadette, which while though dull, is genuinely a good film (featuring a young Jennifer Jones and Vincent Price, of all people!), this movie is nothing more than pre-Vatican II Catholic porn. The Catholic church has always had a morbid streak, and this is a prime example.
So I thought I had gotten over it, but now I have a feeling I’m gonna have nightmares!!! Damn you, EWTN!!! DAMN YOU TO PURGATORY!!!
(Oh, and even though the movie was made in 1955, it looks so much older-if I had to guess, I would have suspected it was made in the early thirties.)