Many of the secular reviewers of The Passion of the Christ seem to be appalled, even stunned, by Mel Gibson’s seeming fascination with blood. There is nary a review that does not mention it, not merely in the sense of the extreme violence involved in the whipping, beating and crucifixion, but in the sheer quantities of blood involved.
Do they understand nothing? Of course there must be blood. There must be blood everywhere, oceans of it, enough to cover all the Earth. For this is the Blood of the Lamb, the very blood that washes Man clean!