Miles Quaritch
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Looks bigger budget than I was expecting.
Solomon was a prophet.
Jesus in the Gnostic Gospels isn't boring. He kills a guy when he's like twelve, throwing curses and blinding people!
Nah, just a wise man with a high sex drive.
I guess we will have to wait until the second film to see him go Super Saiyan:
The actor who plays this role may later play a criminal, and viewers may associate these characters with criminality, said Abdel Dayyem Nosair, adviser to Al-Azhar head Ahmed al-Tayyeb.
Depends on the religion
Islam considers him to be a prophet, hence Rusty's post
Just how the western audience was waiting for Sherlock Holmes to get JARVIS on the line and send him his armor...
How does that work out is his story a tragedy/warning that even the wisest can succumb heavily to the basest of sins, I mean he allowed altars of other gods to be built and did his stuff under them.
Doesn't exactly sound like someone you want to be praising as a prophet.
Many parts are similar between the Bible and the Qu'ran, but many things are also very different
I've never read the biblical version, so I have never heard of that before
Majid Majidis origin tale of the prophet Muhammad chronicles the birth and rise of Islam, rich with gestural flair and images of bracing beauty
This is not the first time the prophet of Islam has hit the big screen, but Moustapha Akkads 1977 film The Message chose to relay Quranic history only from Muhammads point of view. Majid Majidis Muhammad: Messenger of God, on the other hand, takes the representation plunge.
But Majidis lavish $40m film is nothing if not well-intentioned, and what we do see courtesy of Apocalypse Now DoP Vittorio Storaro, always verges on the symbolic.
We first glimpse Muhammad as an adult from behind, shrouded totally in white, then there are snatches of romping baby legs, or Steadicam shots shadowing the boy prophets keffiyeh-swathed head, never without a faint Jedi aura.
We do hear him speak although as first lines go, The weather smells pleasant here is no Shit, Im still only in Saigon.
But it would be a distortion to get too hung up on the representation question, given what an evocative and engrossing account of Islams gestation Majidi has mustered: in effect, Muhammads origin story.
Framing events around a decade after his initial revelation, with his nascent band of followers under threat of eradication from pagan Meccans, most of the film is an extended flashback to the prophets childhood and early adolescence revolving around his mother Aminah (Mina Sadati), grandfather Adbul-Muttalib (Alireza Shoja Nouri) and uncle Abu Talib (Mehdi Pakdel).
A sequence of extraordinary events beginning with a vast flock of birds driving off a horde of elephant-riding Abyssinians just prior to his birth suggest that far from a very naughty boy, this might be the messiah they have on their hands.
Majidi chronicles the first ripples of this revolutionary wave in a handsome, pre-CGI-era epic style. His personal free comprehension of events that are mostly skimmed over by the Quran itself theres a blur of perpetually squabbling tribesmen will be demanding viewing for anyone not versed in Islamic history.
The insistence on stately shot-making occasionally impedes Muhammad when it has to make a leap to the transcendental Majidi never finds the equivalent of Darren Aronofskys ecstatic, pseudo stop-motion for the fallen angels in Noah.
But it feels like a far less erratic and more thoroughly immersed treatment of religious subject matter, with the kind of gestural flair the director made his name with in the late 80s producing many images of bracing beauty and metaphysical weight: such as when teenage goatherd Muhammad snags his robes on a briar, and unleashes a flood of airborne seeds.
That kind of thing speaks far more eloquently than the bouts of sermonising that Muhammad is occasionally prone to, especially when the film really wants to loudhail its own tolerance, and has the local Christians slightly implausibly applauding the newcomer.
In some ways, perhaps the films most radical message lies in its impeccably rich re-creation of the seventh-century Hejaz for which massive credit should go to production designer Miljen Kreka Kljakovic and costume designer Michael OConnor. Its a fraught, heaving world, a polytheistic marketplace full of arbitrary violence and idolatrous come-ons; Majidis understanding of the pagan chasm out of which Islam emerged is in direct contravention of the Isis blockheads trying to dump it into a void outside of history.
His film is intellectually honest, committed and poetic, but lets hope we never need to call it brave.
Guardian review: 4/5
This is the only western review so far.
Ironically this movie wont be seen by majority of muslim countries. Depicting prophets and their companions is a big no no in sunni islam. But i suppose the shiites of iran couldnt care less.
In a way this movie will widen that schism
But he is not depicted in the film.