Director Thom Stark summarizes his award-winning film Who Art in Heaven simply: “A Man Prays.”
But don’t let Stark deceive you, because if you do, he will devastate you in the best possible way. There is so much more going on in this eloquent and compact film than its tagline would have you believe, and the meditative layers that Stark weaves into his film might just leave you as it did me in a holy and wonderful silence.
The film runs a little more than 20 minutes, but, if you plan to watch it, give yourself at least 40. And give yourself some space, especially if you get anxious about letting people see you weep. And you will weep — big wracking sobs — especially if you have ever experienced the silence and painful absence and abandonment of God.
And when that last image fades, you will need the extra 20 minutes to process this film, to mediate on its richness, to contemplate its depth, to sink into and puzzle over the film’s prayer.
The film, which stars Stark’s brother Jim, follows a man on his spiritual journey through his praying of the Lord’s Prayer. Again, it is deceptive in its apparent simplicity. In fact, I was more than a little skeptical when Stark first advertised the film. I could not have been more wrong.
Put simply, the film is not only the most profound meditation on prayer and the spiritual life I have experienced, but it is also the best film I have seen in years. I have never had a film make me feel so incredibly naked and exposed. It was as if Stark had peered in to my spiritual life, had eavesdropped on my most intimate prayers, my rawest silences before God, and put them on film. At times, it was completely devastating and soul-shattering to watch.
But, then, in his hands, he made these experiences beautiful and holy and life-giving. In other words, Who Art in Heaven does what some might find implausible: it turns film into a contemplative practice for the viewer.
Now, I could analyze the film and note how remarkable Stark’s grasp of spiritual formation and faith stages are, or how incredible it is that he seems to have adapted for film the work of James Fowler’s Stages of Faith. Or, I could remark on the superb technical aspects and the craft Stark so deftly employs in his filmmaking. I might also remind readers of how easy it would be to be jealous of someone like Stark, a scholar, an author, and an award-winning film maker (He won the prestigious Platinum Remi on his first go-round). And, I should note, Stark is a friend, and I wrote for his blog, Religion at the Margins, a few years back with semi-regularity.
But in Who Art in Heaven, Stark has offered a gift to the spiritual world, a gift that should be savored and reveled in. So, really what I want you to do is just watch the film. Experience it. Let Stark carve open your soul with his film and let the light, and despair, and hope, and prayer flood in. Perhaps Stark’s own spiritual journey is reflected in the film, but when I watch the film, I can’t help but feel as if I am gazing into an icon he has written as it opens the door to a heavenly realm.
And then, at the end, Stark seems to tease us with the notion that as much as we may pray “who art in heaven,” it may just be that we already are there. And the question then to meditate on is how exactly do we begin to see this heavenly realm all around us.
I could think of few better places to begin that meditation than with Stark’s film.