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The second feature written and directed by the prodigiously talented Irishman John Michael McDonagh opens with a quote from Saint Augustine: “Despair not, one of the thieves was spared; presume not, one of the thieves was not.” (It is no accident that this bit of wisdom is cited in “Waiting For Godot,” an obscure theatrical work by another talented Irishman name of Beckett.) Later in the movie, Fiona ( Kelly Reilly ) the daughter of County Sligo priest James Lavelle ( Brendan Gleeson )—Lavelle took the vows after his wife, Fiona’s mother, died years earlier—takes confession with her literal and spiritual father, and, obliquely addressing the troubles that informed her recent, half-hearted suicide attempt, asserts, “I belong to myself, not to anyone else.” To which Father James responds, “True. False.”

A mordant sense of duality that eventually takes on near-apocalyptic dimensions runs through this very darkly comic tale, telling a week in the life of Father James. Sunday kicks off pretty horribly. A man ostensibly offering Father James his confession explicitly describes his sexual abuse at the hands of the priest years earlier, and outline his plan for revenge: he intends to kill a “good priest” in exactly a week. He means for that good priest to be Father James, and invites him to a beach spot to meet his doom.

This disturbs James, as well it might. But he does not go to the authorities. Instead, he tends to his flock, such as it is. And a more perverse bunch would be hard to find anywhere else than in a provincial, lonely Irish remote. There’s the local butcher (Chris O’Dowd), who might well be slapping around his sexpot wife (Oria O’Rourke), who’s brazenly conducting an affair with an African immigrant auto mechanic (Isaach de Bankole). The local barkeep’s a ball of resentment, the town’s most dapper young man is completely socially inept, the police chief’s a glib sourpuss who makes no attempt to disguise the fact that he does business with a manic, Jimmy-Cagney-impersonating male prostitute. The local hospital biggie is a monstrously cynical atheist with a monstrous anecdote to explain his poor attitude. The local fat cat is swilling in his ale, and worse, at his manse after being abandoned by his wife and child. And so on. It is again no accident that the only characters who are at all kind to Father James, besides his daughter, are non-Irish ones: a very aged American ex-pat author (M. Emmett Walsh, whose presence is extremely welcome despite his looking like death warmed over, which admittedly works for the character), determined to off himself before he goes completely decrepit, and a French widow (Marie Josée Croze) who commiserates with Father James after he performs last rites on her husband.

McDonagh’s structuring is unusual: almost all the scenes are what are referred to in the theater as “two handers,” that is, exchanges between only two characters. Each scene tackles a particular variation on the movie’s theme, which is the earning of forgiveness, and whether taking what’s said to be the right action is sufficient to do so. Gleeson’s performance is magnificent; sharp, compassionate, bemused, never not intellectually active. McDonagh’s dialogue is similarly never not sharp, and only occasionally lost to an actor’s Irish accent. As the picture progresses, Father James’ parishioners morph from a group of perverse individuals to one of intransigently spiteful lunatics. McDonagh takes considerable risks, in this day and age, crafting what’s essentially an absurdist allegory. By the film’s finale, this viewer felt that one or two of the risks didn’t entirely pay off, but my admiration for McDonagh’s brass remained intact. This is the kind of movie that galvanizes and discomfits while it’s on screen, and is terrific fodder for conversation long after its credits roll. Even if you are neither Catholic nor Irish, this “Calvary” will in no way be a useless sacrifice of your moviegoing time.

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Glenn Kenny was the chief film critic of Premiere magazine for almost half of its existence. He has written for a host of other publications and resides in Brooklyn. Read his answers to our Movie Love Questionnaire here .

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Calvary (2014)

Rated R for sexual references, language, brief strong violence and some drug use

100 minutes

Brendan Gleeson as Father James Lavelle

Chris O'Dowd as Jack Brennan

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Marie-Josée Croze as Teresa

Domhnall Gleeson as Freddie Joyce

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Film Review: ‘Calvary’

Brendan Gleeson gives a performance of monumental soul in John Michael McDonagh's masterful follow-up to 'The Guard.'

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Writer-director John Michael McDonagh and actor Brendan Gleeson made a big international splash with 2011’s “The Guard,” a terrifically entertaining action-comedy that offered little indication of the depths of humor, compassion, despair and grace they would achieve in their masterful follow-up, “ Calvary .” Grounded by a performance of monumental soul from Gleeson as a tough-minded Irish priest marked for death by one of his parishioners, the film offers a mordantly funny survey of small-town iniquity that morphs, almost imperceptibly, into a deeply felt lament for a fallen world. A completely sincere work about the persistence of faith and the Catholic Church’s soul-shattering legacy of abuse, this literate, beautifully crafted picture should translate near-certain critical plaudits into a distinguished arthouse reception worldwide.

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“I first tasted semen when I was 7 years old,” an unseen man tells an unnamed priest (Gleeson) in the dark shadows of the confessional. He goes on to explain that he was repeatedly raped by a priest over the course of five years, a crime for which he will exact retribution in the most irrational and unexpected way imaginable. “There’s no point in killing a bad priest,” he says. “I’m going to kill you because you’re innocent.” He sets their fateful next appointment for the next Sunday, exactly one week later, leaving our anxious hero of the cloth to determine which member of his flock is planning to murder him.

What follows is an existential detective story of sorts, or perhaps an Agatha Christie whodunit by way of Hitchcock’s “I Confess,” in which the priest goes about his coastal village, tending to his flock while a seven-day clock ticks quietly away in the background. What he finds is a community steeped in anger, disappointment and, despite their continued presence at mass, a near-total indifference to the notion that faith, repentance and good works have any real meaning.

There’s a butcher (Chris O’Dowd) who is initially suspected of beating his town-slut wife (Orla O’Rourke), until he explains that she probably sustained her injuries at the hands of her Ivorian-immigrant lover (Isaach De Bankole). There’s also a vaguely sinister police inspector (Gary Lydon, reprising his role from “The Guard”) whom the priest interrupts mid-tryst with a saucy male prostitute (Owen Sharpe); a doctor (Aidan Gillen) who makes no secret of his violently atheist views; an extravagantly wealthy man (Dylan Moran) whose riches have failed to bring him any lasting happiness; a sex-starved young man (Killian Scott) considering joining the army in order to vent his violent impulses; and an aging American writer (M. Emmet Walsh) determined to end life on his own terms.

All these villagers are introduced, one after another, in a series of sharply written, compellingly acted and increasingly pointed moral discussions, during which the priest will offer his counsel while scanning for clues as to who the would-be killer might be. But the richest insights here are those we glean into the character of the grizzled clergyman himself, a widower and a father, a dog lover, a recovering alcoholic, and an unusually pragmatic, erudite soul (“You’re too sharp for this parish,” one villager notes) whose every nugget of hard-headed wisdom resonates with bitter life knowledge.

It’s a role that one cannot imagine in the hands of anyone other than Gleeson, who has never seemed less capable of hitting a false or inauthentic note. Despite the actor’s deliberately constricted range here, moments of gruffness, exasperation, resignation and quietly choked-back emotion all manage to register, fleetingly yet indelibly, in the those magnificently weathered features. This virtuous protagonist couldn’t be more different on paper from the surly, sozzled cop he played in “The Guard,” yet Gleeson roots both characters in the same bone-deep integrity, and the same fearless determination to follow their sense of duty to the unforeseeable end.

It’s not clear at exactly what point the film has made its shift from foul-mouthed village comedy to quietly devastating passion play; certainly the transition feels complete by the time the priest pays a visit to an imprisoned rapist-murderer-cannibal (played, in a particularly perverse casting choice, by Gleeson’s son Domhnall). Amid all the accumulated waste and despair, two scenes stand out for their extraordinary tenderness: a beachside reckoning between the priest and his troubled daughter (a superb Kelly Reilly), and a thoughtful conversation with a woman (Marie-Josee Croze) who has lost her husband but not her faith. Hope, it seems, has not been completely extinguished. And yet, as it follows the priest on the lonely walk to his own personal Golgotha (the seven days of his journey conjuring any number of biblical allusions), “Calvary” makes clear, with utter conviction, that the Church’s incalculable abuses have exacted and will continue to exact a terrible human price.

Putting aside the stylistic bravura of “The Guard,” McDonagh and his collaborators have delivered a technically immaculate work that feels appropriately austere by comparison. D.p. Larry Smith’s widescreen compositions are framed with unfussy precision; as stunning as the rugged landscapes are to behold, particularly the shots of waves breaking against cliffs (the production shot on the east and west coasts), the lighting and color balancing of the interior shots are no less exquisite. Patrick Cassidy’s melancholy score is summoned at just the right moments.

For the record, the press notes mention that “The Guard” and “Calvary” are the first two installments of a trilogy that will conclude with a film titled “The Lame Shall Enter First.”

Reviewed at Sundance Film Festival (Premieres), Jan. 19, 2014. (Also in Berlin Film Festival — Panorama.) Running time: 100 MIN.

Production: (U.K.-Ireland) A Bord Scannan na hEireann/the Irish Film Board and BFI presentation in association with Lipsync Prods. of a Reprisal Films and Octagon Films production. (International sales: Protagonist Pictures, London.) Produced by Chris Clark, Flora Fernandez Marengo, James Flynn. Executive producers, Robert Walak, Ronan Flynn. Co-producers, Elizabeth Eves, Aaron Farrell.
Crew: Directed, written by John Michael McDonagh. Camera (color, widescreen), Larry Smith; editor, Chris Gill; music, Patrick Cassidy; music supervisor, Liz Gallacher; production designer, Mark Geraghty; art director, Fiona Daly; costume designer, Eimer Ni Mhaoldomhnaigh; sound, Robert Flanagan; supervising sound editor, Ian Wilson; re-recording mixer, Paul Cotterell; special effects coordinator, Kevin Byrne; visual effects supervisor, Sheila Wickens; visual effects producer, Lucy Tanner; stunt coordinator, Joe Condren; line producer, Patrick O'Donoghue; assistant director, Peter Agnew; casting, Jina Jay.
With: Brendan Gleeson, Chris O'Dowd, Kelly Reilly, Aidan Gillen, Dylan Moran, Isaach De Bankole, M. Emmet Walsh, Marie-Josee Croze, Domnhall Gleeson, David Wilmot, Pat Shortt, Gary Lydon, Killian Scott, Orla O'Rourke, Owen Sharpe, David McSavage, Michaeal Og Lane, Mark O'Halloran, Declan Conlon, Anabel Sweeney.

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Calvary review – 'a terrific black comedy that touches greatness'

Calvary , the terrific new film from writer-director John Michael McDonagh , is a whodunnit with a difference, a black comedy with aspirations, merrily lifting its name from the small hill outside Jerusalem where Jesus was slain. Calvary : the title serves notice and puts the viewer on guard. It flashes like the final destination on the front of a bus, as McDonagh proceeds to steer us back and forth along the west coast of Ireland, veering between the profane and the sacred, the damned and divine. We know where this is leading, whether we like it or not. Your best advice is to sit back, hang on to your rosary beads and enjoy the ride while it lasts.

In the darkness of the confession box, Father James ( Brendan Gleeson ) learns he is about to be killed. Behind the grille, a shadowy parishioner explains that he was abused as a child and is hellbent on revenge. Father James, as a representative of the church, has been selected to take the fall; the good priest parachuted in to deputise for the bad. His crucifixion is booked for the following Sunday, just down on the beach. The priest now has a week to put his own house in order.

Just who is the potential killer here? Father James believes that he knows his tormentor's identity, even if we do not. This spins the movie into an ongoing round of blind man's bluff, or the stations of the cross played as postmodern Cluedo. Could it be the boisterous local butcher ( Chris O'Dowd ) or the supercilious squire ( Dylan Moran )? The baleful publican (Pat Shortt) or the impish little doctor ( Aidan Gillen )? Who can tell? They're as bad as each other. Chaos reigns and we live in sin. For all I know, the culprit might just as easily be Father James's spluttering, straight-arrow colleague, Father Timothy Leary (David Wilmot). What does that tell us about the film's level of mischief? It names its blandest, most vanilla character after the notorious 60s acid guru who once claimed to have invented a new primary colour.

Full credit to McDonagh for keeping these pieces in play. The London-born film-maker made a bracing debut with 2011's The Guard , casting Gleeson as an unruly cop at large in Connemara. And yet Calvary , praise be, is on a different plane altogether. Here is a film with a deep love of language and a sharp sense of place; a puckish little tease that first purrs with pleasure and then shows us its claws. McDonagh bills this as the second part of his "glorified suicide trilogy", although it might more readily be viewed as a rueful wake for the Catholic church, mired in scandal, its authority waning.

Father James's rounds carry him around Sligo, where white water slaps black rocks and the laundry snaps on the washing line. This is the edge of the world but it's fallen already. The parishioners beat up their wives and snort coke in pub lavatories, barely bothering to pull the door closed behind them. These people are prickling with malice, mired in misery.Tellingly, the community's most purely contented individual appears to be Gillen's mordant non-believer, who sucks cigarettes outside the hospital and accepts his own limitations with a lip-smacking relish. "The atheistic doctor; it's a cliched role," he shrugs. "There aren't that many good lines."

Can we dispense with the mystery? It's a red herring anyway. What more interests Calvary is the hell that we make and the roles that we play. Its characters are all running on rails, reading from a script, at the mercy of their author, be it McDonagh or God. Father James regards his flock with a mounting exasperation. But is he really any different? He's saddled with the most tightly scripted role of them all: that of the good priest called to carry the cross for the world at large. And credit where it's due. Gleeson is majestic in the lead; I'm not convinced he's been better. He plays God's servant as a recovering alcoholic with an impossible task, variously fired by rage, reason and sadness. Here, at least, is a Christ we can relate to.

On first watching Calvary at the Sundance festival in January, I worried that the denouement felt too overtly operatic, a clanging false note, a straining for grandeur. But then again, how else could it be? The ending's written in the Gospels and the players are pawns. Besides, in the words of Father James: "There's too much talk about sins and not enough of virtues." Far better, on balance, to celebrate the virtues instead.

Come Sunday, the priest pads down through the village on his way to the beach, still wondering what form his salvation will take. The parishioners stand idle and watch him go down; the foursquare star of a slippery human comedy; a movie that runs on the blood of its rich, sticky dialogue and the theatrical sense of a planet in tatters. How refreshing it is, in the wake of Darren Aronofsky's lumbering, self-important Noah, to see a spiritual saga that is smart enough to take the route less travelled, the low road to glory. Calvary touches greatness. It crawls clear through the slime and comes out looking holy.

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By Manohla Dargis

July 31, 2014

The Anglo-Irish writer and director John Michael McDonagh opens his cold, mordantly funny murder mystery, “Calvary,” with a misleadingly pacific image: a close-up of the Irish actor Brendan Gleeson. An imposingly big man who’s often called on to suggest authority, Mr. Gleeson has played cops, criminals and Winston Churchill, and had the recurring role of Mad-Eye Moody in the Harry Potter series. In “Calvary,” he plays a world- and time-tested expert of another sort: Father James, a conscientious priest and widower whose faith isn’t shared by his flock, which includes a serial sinner, a hostile Buddhist, a dog hater and other furious souls, including one self-professed future executioner.

The killer makes his entrance right after Father James, seated off screen in a confessional and issuing convincing threats. This seeming penitent, or rather Mr. McDonagh , makes his intentions immediately clear: The confessor has singled out Father James, whom he calls a good priest, to take the fall for the sins of the Roman Catholic Church and its bad priests. “I’m going to kill you because you’re innocent,” the confessor promises, words that — with the title — seem to tip Mr. McDonagh’s hand. Calvary is the name of the Jerusalem hill on which Jesus is said to have been crucified; the would-be murderer prefers a more level playing field: He tells Father James to meet him in a week on the wildly beautiful, wind-swept beach that hugs this provincial Irish hell.

Mr. McDonagh returns repeatedly to the beach and the rolling hills flanking it, beginning with the soaring opening aerial shots, images that are known as bird’s-eye or, more fittingly here, God’s-eye views. (The director of photography, Larry Smith, also shot Mr. McDonagh’s first feature, “ The Guard .”) The stark, natural landscapes are among the movie’s most seductive attractions, even if the characters populating them seem calculated for maximum repulsion. There’s the butcher and possible wife beater, Jack (Chris O’Dowd), who may take a fist to his missis, Veronica (Orla O’Rourke), but doesn’t seem terribly put out that she’s carrying on with a mechanic, Simon (Isaach de Bankolé). There’s also a dying writer, Gerald (M. Emmet Walsh), and a dyspeptic surgeon, Frank (Aidan Gillen).

Frank’s worldview is best expressed in a shot of him extinguishing one of his cigarettes on a human organ. It looks like a heart, although that isn’t a part of the human animal that Mr. McDonagh is especially interested in: He’s more of a spleen man. Still, he has a few soft spots, mostly evident in Father James’s relationship with his adult daughter, Fiona (Kelly Reilly), who shows up with bandaged wrists and other, far-older wounds.

Mr. Gleeson’s ability to project palpable, gruff warmth is nicely showcased in his scenes with Ms. Reilly, even if their characters and some of their exchanges veer into sentimentalism. (A scene of Father James casting a fishing line — an activity that requires a balance of slackness and tension — is a nice metaphor for Mr. Gleeson’s performative gifts.)

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[ This is a re-post of my review from the 2014 Sundance Film Festival. Calvary opens today in limited release. ]

The Catholic Church can give absolution to sinners who feel true repentance. The Church is a vessel for God’s forgiveness. But their cover-up of sex abuse was, by the morals of any civilized human being, unforgivable. John Michael McDonagh ’s Calvary is a dark, complex, and demanding meditation on faith, the limits of forgiveness, the necessity of compassion, the possibility of absolution, and inevitable reckonings. Anchored by yet another incredible performance from Brendan Gleeson , Calvary is the rare film that shows the intricacies of religion without becoming pedantic in the process.

Father James (Gleeson) is taking confession on a Sunday when a confessor says that he was sexually abused by a priest for years. The priest is now dead, and the confessor explains that killing an evil priest wouldn’t get anyone’s attention anyway, but killing a good priest will make people sit up and take notice. The confessor gives Father James one week “to get his affairs in order”, and then he’ll be killed. Rather than prepare for the end, Father James goes about his daily business of attending to his rural community, also bringing comfort and counsel to his daughter ( Kelly Reilly ), who has recently attempted suicide.

Whether Father James knows his confessor or not is unclear. We know that these priests can see the confessors (a fellow priest at the parish talks about a specific congregant’s unusual sins), but there’s also the possibility that Father James didn’t look through the confessional window (I’ve never been to confession, so I don’t know how transparent the windows are), doesn’t want to out the congregant (even though his superior says that the conversation doesn’t qualify as an official confession, so it doesn’t have to be kept confidential), and/or he believes that the confessor will change his mind.

I like that last explanation because it is a true test of faith. Rather than bring in the police, Father James refuses to let his life be completely upended by this threat, not because he’s tough or thinks the threat is idle, but because he is responsible to his parish, not to his self-preservation. Thankfully, the film never overtly states that Father James is behaving Christ-like, and he certainly doesn’t have the attitude one would expect from someone demonstrating that behavior. As we see throughout the picture, actions are more important than appearances.

Going through his congregants, Father James meets with people tiptoeing around repentance, but looking for a shortcut. They want the absolution without the reckoning. Father James meets with a serial killer who half-jokingly says he can’t remember where he buried one of his victims; James tries to reason with an adulterous couple who brush him off completely; he barely tolerates a wealthy man who thinks he can buy his way into heaven even though the last time this service was offered, it led to the Protestant Reformation.

While these conversations could have been incredibly dry and (forgive the pun) preachy, McDonagh always plays to the characters’ feelings. There are no lectures or open meditations on the nature of faith. The emotions give weight to the themes because faith is incredibly personal. It relates to the soul, to salvation, and to damnation. Watching the characters grapple with their fate and the role of God in their lives is powerful when handled correctly, and McDonagh has the maturity and intellect to handle this topic respectfully without being stodgy or dogmatic.

The entire cast is terrific, but like his previous collaboration with McDonagh, The Guard , Gleeson is at his best. The range of emotions he has to play is astounding, but Gleeson is never showy even when the character is at his most fragile and frustrated. It a performance that is equal parts warmth and weariness, and that combination is key to understanding the character. With hardly any exposition, Gleeson’s performance lets us know his beliefs and his experience working at a parish where people attend church, but rarely follows its teachings. It is a life of futility as people come in for Father James’ approval instead of demonstrating true repentance. He’s trying to provide more than a function, but no one is willing to do the work, and what good would the “work” do anyway?

When the confessor tells Father James to get his affairs in order, it’s an impossible task. The movie asks if anyone can ever get right with God. If the only way to get right is through forgiveness, and the institution designed to provide forgiveness does something that any right-thinking person believes is unforgivable, then is salvation even possible? Calvary doesn’t opt for an atheistic approach where the solution is to turn one’s back on religion, although it does let the village’s atheist ( Aidan Gillen ) have his say. Rather, McDonagh is interested in forcing the audience to seriously wrestle with the nature of forgiveness and the limits of faith, which is far more rewarding than an angry screed against God and the Catholic Church.

Calvary is not an easy movie, but it’s not a punishingly harsh one either. It has moments of wry humor, people who genuinely want Father James’ help, the constant mystery of the confessor’s identity, and it’s all contained in the gorgeous Irish landscape. The beauty of the world never fades away even when faith begins to waiver, and it’s a reminder that damnation isn’t inevitable even when repentance seems impossible.

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Brendan Gleeson, as tough-minded Father James, faces a death threat from an angry parishioner in the darkly comic new Calvary . Reprisal Films hide caption

Brendan Gleeson, as tough-minded Father James, faces a death threat from an angry parishioner in the darkly comic new Calvary .

Ireland's barrel-chested force of nature Brendan Gleeson plays a priest who has a date with murder in Calvary, John Michael McDonagh's comic but darkly existential detective story.

The film continues a winning streak for the actor/director team after their terrific comic thriller (and all-time Irish indie box office champ) The Guard, in which Gleeson played a surly, often three-sheets-to-the-wind but undeniably effective cop. Calvary, which is apparently the second installment in a planned trilogy (the concluding chapter will be called The Lame Shall Enter First ), finds him in a role that could hardly be more different and deepens and darkens the mood considerably, beginning with an opening scene that has Gleeson's Father James' eyes widening slightly as he hears confession from a man who begins, "I first tasted semen when I was 7 years old."

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"That's a startling opening line," observes the tough-minded priest. But the unseen parishioner is not out to startle; he wants to cause pain to match what he's been bottling up for decades. Raped repeatedly as a child by a priest who has since died, he is now hellbent on an irrational act of retribution.

"I'm going to kill you, Father," he says calmly. "There's no point in killing a bad priest. I'm going to kill you because you're innocent."

Sunday-a-week ought to give him time to put his house in order, he says, and leaves the confessional.

Father James, a widower and recovering alcoholic who came late to the priesthood, and has found it suits him, appears as unprepared for this turn of events as we are. But there's a hierarchy to guide him (albeit, one that turns out not to be much help), and pastoral duties to occupy his time.

Now, while the priest knows who's threatening him, we don't. And as he makes the rounds of his parish, talking with the police inspector (but not about the threat because the inspector's male prostitute is there), or arguing religion with a squire whose wealth brings him only bitterness, you start to realize pretty much any of his parishioners could be the one. Well, maybe not the jailed rapist cannibal (played in a nice bit of perverse casting by Gleeson's son Domnall), but certainly the arsonists, adulterers, and coke-snorting doctors in his flock. Their callousness leaves Father James regularly astonished. Us, too, and all the while, the clock keeps ticking toward Sunday-a-week.

Calvary is bleak and corrosively funny in about equal measure, with the rugged gray/green landscape suiting the harshness of the village's attitudes about the church, and repentance, and the worth of good works. It is also so clearheaded about the human cost of the church's abuse scandals that it qualifies as something of a leap of faith in its own right. A leap past the forgiveness preached in last year's Oscar nominee, Philomena, to a more rigorous accounting and a kind of cinematic grace. (Recommended)