Sadly I must agree with many of the criticisms leveled against this film. When considering what the director of 'Shank' has achieved in the past, I was expecting far more resonance and truth.
Like its predecessor (Shank) the film had a great story to tell, but ultimately fails when compared. A priest who questions the very foundation of his faith, and who participates in the assisted suicide of his own brother, makes for a profound and resonating story. Yet the despair, the self-loathing and introspection seems forced, and the 'story' is never quite conveyed in a way that makes the audience sympathetic. In the end, you cannot sympathize. The struggle is merely half told, and the inevitable pain seems aloof and shallow.
The fact that the priest is also gay, makes his ambivalence all the more confusing. He seems to have accepted his lot, and yet any person who has faced the internal war of faith, conscience and sexuality, will know that raw, brutal emotion is inevitable. You see none of this, making the end result seem artificial. Sure he feels guilty about the death of his brother, and reflects on his part in that death, but he never experiences a struggle of faith. Perhaps he was not meant to, and if that was the case then the story could have been far better told.
This could have been an excellent story, with stronger direction and stronger actors. In the end I found the supporting cast to be far more believable, but their strengths do not make for a success. Had I the choice again, knowing what I do, I would not have purchased this film.