I thought I knew what I was getting into, truly I did. I read the reviews and prepared myself for something that just might be a little disturbing. I purposely left my six year old son at home, thinking it would be a little much for him. It was a little much, but it wasn't the movie that was the problem! I knew there were supposed to be some very intense scenes but not in the previews! Having grown up with abuse, I knew this film might trigger old memories and from what I had read, I thought it might contain things a little too scary for a small son to watch. The film itself was excellent, very sad and heart wrenching at times, but there were touches of humor, an upbeat pace, and a never fading hope that kept it from getting too dark. It was realistic, the acting was excellent, and I was very happy, even the purportedly intense scenes were nothing as dark as I had anticipated. Still not something for a young kid but certainly okay for older ones. Overall, I was very impressed with 'I Can Only Imagine,' and while the song is not one of my favorites (it's one of those they played until you wanted to chuck the radio out the window, certainly not the song's fault, but you could learn to despise anything played that much; they did the same thing to a Natalie Grant song a decade back, beautiful song but it was ALL they played for about six months).
This had to be the worst pairing of film/preview that I have ever seen. A serious Christian movie about abuse and redemption and beauty and hope paired with a movie about animated garden gnomes recruiting a famous fictional detective where every other scene was a potty humor joke and the main feature was a grossly obese male gnome clad only in what appeared to be suspenders and a thong dancing the night away. It was that last scene that was the most disturbing part of the whole ordeal. Go see 'I Can Only Imagine,' if you haven't yet, a most excellent and moving story, but please, hold the gnomes!
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