The Robe (1953)

Having declined in religiosity, I don't watch film adaptations of Christian legends/books as much as I used to. But a good swords-and-sandals epic doesn't require devout Christianity for entertainment. Heck, Quo Vadis? (1951) had a Jewish director. Perhaps the panned re-remake of Ben-Hur helped inspire me to try another one (along with the streaming deadline).

The protagonist is Marcellus Gallio (Richard Burton), the tribune who oversees the crucifixion of Jesus, despite pleas from slave Demetrius (Victor Mature). As soon as Marcellus puts on Jesus' robe in the rain, he is beset with mental and physical symptoms. The illness remains in some measure long after Demetrius runs off with the robe. Marcellus hopes to find and destroy the robe for a cure, but his journey exposes him to more and more Christian love and piety, including that of Peter (Michael "Klaatu" Rennie). It's no spoiler to say that he converts -- leaving plenty of time for conflict with other Romans, including mutual crush Diana (Jean Simmons) and Emperor Caligula (Jay Robinson).

My Darling Clementine (1946)

Has it really been nearly eight months since my last western? (I'm talking full-fledged westerns, so The Force Awakens doesn't count.) And just like in that one, Walter Brennan gets cast as the main villain. I ought to get used to that.

I've seen two other films about Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, but they didn't include a Clementine. No, she doesn't follow the story told in the song. Her function here is as a love interest whom Doc keeps at bay, apparently due to his tuberculosis -- not for fear of her catching it, but for shame at appearing so weak. He still carries on with another woman, nicknamed Chihuahua, who actually gets more screen time. Clementine appeals to Wyatt to talk sense into Doc. Of course, this isn't really the main conflict....