Okay - here's the thing.
I'm a huge Steve Taylor fan. His Christian Music in the 80s single-handedly changed my life and gave me a new perspective on how to be a Christian, and how to laugh, and how to enjoy great music. But I'm late to the party on watching his film The Second Chance, which was released in February. Now it's on DVD, and so with the kids and Kristi out of town this weekend, I curled up to the TV and watched the movie that I was hoping might be good. I knew it probably wouldn't be, but I still had a glimmer of hope.
There were two problems: First time writer/director Steve Taylor, and first time actor Michael W. Smith.
Smitty only had two expressions: scowl, and stoic. I'm not sure that I saw him smile the whole movie. He was "natural" enough for the screen, but really... doesn't have the chops. He should stick to music.. or wait - I'm not really a fan of that either.
But Steve... Steve Taylor should totally stick to music. Poetry, lyric writing is where Steve has his voice. There were flashes of that in this film, but not very much. The story was so predictable - White rich suburb church pastor forced to go to poor black sister church, and guess what - he learns a little something about himself. He's a racist jerk who needs Jesus. And, somehow, the black guy in all his anger and vitriol doesn't really have to change all that much, he just needs to have all the other guys figure it out.
The one thing I appreciated was the PG-13 rating. There were gangbangers who pointed guns, swore - heck, even the pastors swore. That may not seem like a big deal, but for the Christianese, I'm sure that was a big big risk - there must have been a "gasp heard around the world" in Nashville when this premiered.
But in the end, not even edgy diaolgue could bring this story out of the obvious. At the end of the movie, the three pastors decide to get on the roof and protest the tearing down of the black church. And I could feel the credits starting to roll. And I'm thinking to myself, "self: what in the heck is going to happen next? They're up on the roof - the wrecking ball, the cops, the mayor - everyone there is ready to tear it down - so what happens? Do they stay on the roof FOREVER? Do they get arrested? Does someone fall to their death or at least major bone fracture?"
Nope - none of those questions get answered, and that moment alone was the closest the film came to actual conflict, and they didn't go there. They rolled the credits and sang a happy MWS song. Unfortunate.
But I did have hope, and I had to try it. Sometimes, you gotta watch the Steve Taylor film - or listen to the last Petra CD. Or maybe not ever. Again.
I'm sure that if he gets a second chance to make another film, I'll watch it. Maybe it'll be more like Cash Cow. That would be fun. But Since I Gave Up Hope, I Feel a Lot Better...