I thought this film, although it felt lengthy, was a beautiful contemplation of religion and spirituality. The director, Alice Rohtwacher, is gifted with a poetic eye and a knack for capturing subtle nuances in simple human behavior. I don’t think I’ve seen a film that depicts religious rituals in such a depressing manner. And I don’t believe this was simply a bash on religion but on observation of what happens when the Spirit “has left the building”. We see older women singing hymns, and young children reciting creeds and the absolute absurdity of it seems staggering. “Marta” strives for something more, she rejects the apathy and hypocrisy of the adults that surround her. I believe that all people who take their faith seriously have to endure this sort of struggle. There comes a point in which we are faced with empty rituals in our communities or in the Church at large and we have to make a choice: we either push through the absurdity and try to find the true meaning behind it or we throw away the baby with the bathwater. That is, to me, what Corpus Celeste is all about.