Most critics come down in favour of The Rapture, and nearly every review, whatever its final verdict, praises Mimi Rogers. Her performance as a bored telephone operator drawn into a fundamentalist movement is called brave, fearless and commanding by supporters and sceptics alike. Michael Tolkin, in his debut as writer-director, is credited with taking faith and divine judgement seriously without endorsing them, and the word that recurs is audacious. Variety also singles out Bojan Bazelli’s cinematography.
The reservations cluster on tone and on the ending. Several critics find the shifts in mood uneven, and more than one describes the film as caught between the profound and the pretentious, with the final stretch dividing opinion sharply: what one review calls chilling, another calls ridiculous. The spread is wide, from a full-marks review at Slant to Time Out, the lone outright dismissal, which finds the whole thing risible. The consensus is admiring but wary.
