The quality of the writing and production is about that of a reasonably good TV movie, and the acting turns particularly wooden every time someone has a moment where he "gets it." I wasn't familiar with Walsch's books at all, and after this movie I don't think I want to be. The opening lecture scene makes it all too clear whose "love versus fear" tripe was being lampooned in "Donnie Darko," and I seriously thought it was a self-parody that was going to turn out to be a nightmare sequence.
The treatment of physical suffering in the story is particularly dishonest. In the "conversations," one of Neale's first revelations is that all suffering is created by reaction to circumstance and not the circumstance itself. Up to this point, he's been portrayed as simply toughing out all his physical sufferings as though they made no real impact on him, with one moment of exception when he suffers the shame of finally breaking down and eating from the dumpster. It's rather poignant when he seems to recognize the soccer mom and her brat who look at him in disgust as part of the society he was working to build before he lost his job, but the whole thing is cheapened later by the insistence that his suffering really came only from his reaction to them.
The treatment of physical suffering in the story is particularly dishonest. In the "conversations," one of Neale's first revelations is that all suffering is created by reaction to circumstance and not the circumstance itself. Up to this point, he's been portrayed as simply toughing out all his physical sufferings as though they made no real impact on him, with one moment of exception when he suffers the shame of finally breaking down and eating from the dumpster. It's rather poignant when he seems to recognize the soccer mom and her brat who look at him in disgust as part of the society he was working to build before he lost his job, but the whole thing is cheapened later by the insistence that his suffering really came only from his reaction to them.