Review of "Finding Faith"

Sometimes I think "Christian" movies do a terrible disservice to the church, Christianity, and society as a whole.

I recently reviewed "Tiny Beautiful Things."  There are definite similarities.  "Tiny Beautiful Things" is non-fiction, and "Finding Faith" is definitely fictional.  But the core of both, supposedly, revolves around a woman writing an advice column.  Both talk about the death of a mother.  Both, supposedly, talk about relationships.

There the similarities end.  "Tiny Beautiful Things" is about reality and comfort.  "Finding Faith" is about commands, cliches, and platitudes.  I suppose I wouldn't be as disappointed in "Finding Faith" were it not for the stark contrast between them.  "Finding Faith" *could* be seen as a piece of fluff aimed at the Christian market: an evening's unimportant diversion.  (Diversions can be needful, at times.)  The thing is, it could, so easily, have been so much more.  It could be about grief, and the problem of pain, and comfort, and the purpose of pain.

And it isn't.