The Healer

Agnieszka Holland's film starts out looking like it's going to be a probing insight into the nature of faith and miracles (from a distinctly Catholic point of view). A Russian man in Poland has the ability to heal people with his touch, and a Candian woman has just discovered that her son has cancer. Is the guy a fake? Is such a thing actually possible? For the first half, the film seems promising, however, it soon devolves into a kind of love story that makes you want to cringe. Soon the healer falls in love with the mother and wants to quit! It pains me to even try and describe it. This film probably could have been good if it had stuck to its original premise, but no.