Rodrigo García

Film Review: “Last Days in the Desert” tells a tale of the Christ

Ewan McGregor plays Jesus in this beautifully shot story set during the end of His 40-day fast

Once you’ve played Obi-Wan Kenobi, what’s left to do? That’s the dilemma that has apparently stymied Ewan McGregor. In the decade-plus since he last donned Jedi robes in “Star Wars Episode III,” McGregor has popped up in a couple decent flicks (“Beginners,” “The Impossible”), but he’s also done a lot of work that fails to draw on the talent, charisma, and risk-taking he demonstrated in early movies like “Trainspotting,” “The Pillow Book,” and “Velvet Goldmine.”

Maybe he developed some sort of messiah complex. If so, “Last Days in the Desert” ought to get it out of his system. Yes, it’s Ewan McGregor as Jesus of Nazareth. Well, technically, it’s Ewan McGregor as Yeshua or “holy man,” which are the only things he’s ever called in this reverent, beautifully shot (by Oscar winner Emmanuel Lubezki), but dramatically inert Bible story.


A wild tale of Goya and piglets on the loose

Boom Arts' "I'd Rather Goya Robbed Me …" delivers its absurdity and Vienna sausages straight outta the can

How messed up do you have to be to mistake your sons for piglets, or piglets for your sons? Boom Arts grapples with this question and throws a backhanded compliment at a Spanish romantic painter in Rodrigo García’s I’d Rather Goya Robbed Me of My Sleep than Some Other Son of a Bitch, which continues through Feb. 7 at Disjecta.

Goya was the last of the old masters, and we get the impression that the play’s sole (human) character sees himself the same way. In a drunken rant, he bemoans what idiots everyone else has become, with the exception of himself and his hero Goya. Sweeping his hand to swat at the world in general, he declares modern humans easily distracted, entertained…and perhaps outsmarted? Thinking out loud, he hatches a plan to thwart an institution and get closer to his Godot…I mean God…I mean Goya.