In the cold of Gethsemane, moonlight slicks the olive leaves. As damp earth presses into his palms, Jesus kneels, his breath misting in the air. A twig snaps. Soldiers close in. Jim Caviezel’s portrayal is one of surrender, beginning a final march that cleaves to scripture in a bruised, occupied Jerusalem. The journey from the garden to the place of the skull feels intimate, relentless, and bru...
