I’m not going to comment on the biblical or historical accuracy of the film, since my knowledge of both had grown somewhat moldy (and was probably not very great to begin with). However, I will say that I found the film very moving.
Also, though very violent (the scourging scene was quite long), I didn’t find the film as violent as I expected based on the media coverage. Though, I must admit, I never seem particularly impressed with the violence in films which are trumpeted as being very violent. That said, the violence in The Passion was much more impactful; it had meaning behind it (unlike most films made today).
As for the charge of anti-Semitism, I found the film realistic in how people (even to this day) can act in such situations. I expect the people who go crazy with blood-lust (most of the Jews surrounding the priests) to be right where the action is, following Jesus all the way to the crucifixion (and taking a few pot-shots when they can). But I found that, as Jesus carried his cross out of the city, you saw more and more Jews who cried foul and wept at what was transpiring.
Anyhoo…
On a lighter note, I often tend to make MST3K-type comments to myself or my friends whenever I see a film. How many such comments and when they get said depend on the movie - i.e. how involved I am with the story; how good/bad certain aspects of the film are; how uncomfortable I am at certain moments (I tend to embrace levity during “scary” movies).
That said, I didn’t make many audible comments while viewing The Passion, since the theatre was much more quiet that usual, and the subject so unsettling. However, a few things did pop into my head as I watched. Interestingly, these comments seemed both mildly blasphemous yet really funny…
When I first saw Jesus, I thought, “You know, that Jesus is a fine looking man.”
When Jesus stepped on the snake, I thought, “Watch out Jesus, PETA might come after you.”
When Jesus healed the soldier’s ear, I thought, “Hey, Jesus is playing Got Your Ear!” (That’s what it looked like!)
When Jesus ate bread with his disciples, I sang (not aloud), “I love the subs!”, ala those Quizno’s rat-things.
At one point, after falling, when Jesus got back to his feet, he seemed to have a piece of straw stuck to the side of his face by his mouth. I thought, “Hey, this is no time for a smoke, Jesus.”
Anyhoo…