We watched a great movie the other week called Henry Poole is Here. It’s about a sad man who, in a kind of self-imposed exile, returns to the neighborhood where he grew up. But he’s unable to fully retreat when the woman next door insists that the face of Christ has appeared on his outside wall. Soon other people are tramping through his yard to see the sight. Lives begin to change, miracles happen, hope is given, while Henry continues to resist. To him, it’s just a rust stain.
The film is a thought-provoking springboard about faith and the power of Jesus. Roger Ebert said Henry Poole is Here “achieves something that is uncommonly difficult. It is a spiritual movie with the power to emotionally touch believers, agnostics and atheists – in that descending order, I suspect. It doesn’t say that religious beliefs are real. It simply says that belief is real.”
I appreciated how the movie raised questions without giving pat answers, and yet it managed to be uplifting. I don’t want to give away too much of the story, so I’m not going to talk about the most powerful scene in the movie–you’ll have to see it yourself.
Snack bar rating: three tubs of hot buttered popcorn