I Can Only Imagine (2018)

The Erwins pound home their message, but they do with such skill and accomplished filmmaking the movie never becomes heavy-handed or too preachy.

Art can be affirmation, but affirmation cannot be art.

If the film is affecting, it's due to Quaid's dark, committed performance as an incredibly troubled man.

For all the faith-based platitudes baked into the script, it has to be conceded that directing brothers Andrew and Jon Erwin steer the ship steadily and draw out sincere and persuasive performances from Finley, who really can sing gloriously well, and Quaid, who even with a now ravaged visage is still just as dangerous, compelling and sexy as ever.

It’s a drab, emotionally flat film.