Religious freedom is a tricky idea to discuss at any great
length, especially nowadays. While it seems a given that people should be free
to harbour whatever beliefs they may have about themselves and their place in
the celestial scheme of things, friction manifests when it comes to the
intersection between one’s own beliefs and the actions of others. With the
recent developments regarding acknowledge of LGBT rights, it seems like people
are screaming for their right to religious freedom now more than ever… even if
it largely amounts to being free to vilify and belittle others without
recourse. And even further than that, there are times when upholding one’s own
faith means that others end up in direct harm, even death.
A child of Jehovah’s Witnesses, he refuses a live-saving
blood transfusion because it goes against the beliefs of his church. The
beliefs that he was brought up on, and whose certainty he appears ready to
martyr himself to preserve. Upon meeting Maye, the stance begins to shift. He
finds himself questioning what he believes and the fate he could succumb to
because of them, and ends up placing his faith in a proximal power than that of
the Almighty: The judge that saved his life.
Through the scripting of Ian McEwan, the film holds no
qualms with outlying the dogma of the Witnesses as the insular and dangerous
belief system that it is. From the rationalisation of why blood transfusions
are blasphemous to Adam’s explanation of "How do we know what’s wrong? We just
do", which is word-for-word what I myself have been told by Jehovah’s Witnesses
in the past, it shows itself to have a real axe to grind. Knowing McEwan’s
views regarding religion and its "absurdities", that is fair enough, but this
doesn’t read as an all-out attack on faith.
It takes a more subtle approach and shows what happens when
someone’s faith is shaken and they find themselves in need of something, or
someone, that they can believe in. The view of organised religion that whatever
Highest Being they prescribe to is infallible, and for their own sakes, they
have to be. If people are going to put their own unwavering faith in a given
power, they have be assured that that power will always do what’s right. And
when Adam starts to consider that maybe his own Highest Being isn’t as such, he
goes from a higher power to an equal power: Another person.
Except people aren’t infallible. Acting directly against
one’s own best interests is one of the most unshakably human things a person is
capable of doing. Putting one’s faith into another flesh-and-blood human is a
difficult prospect, but in the wake of recovery, Adam does just that with the
judge. A judge going through her own turmoil surrounding love, family and the
nature of her work. Much like McEwan’s On Chesil Beach from earlier this year,
the film explores quite challenging questions but never has the confidence to
outright answer them.
Instead, it merely proffers a look at what happens when
faith is questioned, not to mention the after-effects of raising a person to be
so reliant on their faith in the first place. Judgements could easily be made,
and occasionally are in regards to preserving human life (the intersection of
religion and the protection of children will always be a contentious issue),
but for the most part, this is a purely human story. One bolstered by very
strong central performances, an emotionally sharpened script, and an approach
to its subject matter that makes relevant points on both sides. It forgoes
simple platitudes and goes deeper into rather unnerving territory, the kind
that should leave audiences with quite a bit to consider post-film.
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