“Prosthetic butthole”.
I read an interview recently where Amanda Seyfried said she wore a prosthetic butthole for this movie. I am not lying when I say that the moment that sentence concluded, I added The Testament of Ann Lee to my watchlist. Nothing, and I mean nothing will make me see a movie quicker than combining the words “Amanda Seyfried” and “prosthetic butthole”.
Much to my chagrin, this is one of those movies that is set in the same mold as The VVitch where everyone speaks Olde English and whispers their dialogue in hushed tones. There’s also a bunch of fancy period appropriate calligraphy during the chapter breaks and shit to remind you how slavish the production was to getting all the period details right. To make matters worse, the prosthetic butthole is barely in it. Bummer.
Seyfried stars as Ann, a deeply religious woman who eventually forms The Shakers. They earn their moniker from the shaking and convulsing that the members exhibit when they are in the throes of religious ecstasy. One prolonged bout of religious display gets Ann sent to jail and while imprisoned, she has powerful visions. Imbued with the power of God, she sets out to spread her gospel to the New World.
The most interesting aspect of the movie occurred early on when Ann’s husband, played by Christopher Abbott, tries some Fifty Shades of Grey shit on her to mimic religious ecstasy in the bedroom. I think this was the scene where she wore the prosthetic butthole, but we never really get a close-up of it. I’m guessing it was less of a “prosthetic butthole” and more of an “ass merkin”. Kind of a rip-off, if you ask me.
Once Ann orders that all who become members of her sect must remain celibate, my interest started to wane. The biggest problem though is all the musical numbers of parishioners dancing and gallivanting around. Seyfried and company will randomly burst out into spiritual numbers in the middle of a scene, and the songs don’t really have any emotional and narrative resonance. I’ve got to be honest with you, a little of this goes a long way.
That said, I stuck with it to the bitter end. And, yes, I was bitter that Amanda’s end wasn’t properly featured. However, the fact that I kept watching this is a testament to my devotion to Seyfried.