Sappy, mush-minded handling of a potentially awesome subject. There's too much time devoted to holiness and Americana and not enough to Ellen Burstyn's (presumed) simple, human feelings of awe and wonderment regarding her amazing healing powers; she just says "it's the power of love" or something, and moves along. The film is boosted a bit by good performances (with one exception: the horribly stagy Eva Le Galliene), but it could have been much better. (**1/2)
Review of Resurrection
