Saint Clare Christian Review

Saint Clare (2025)… This film was not made to be seen. This film takes you inside. And you don’t even leave it. From the outside, everything looks absolutely frame-perfect. A girl from a Catholic school. White shirt, that too with a lot of starch. Shoes so shiny that even your face is visible. And a strange smile on her face. But close your eyes and think for a second… something seems to have shaken. Everything is fine… but maybe something is not fine.

For Clare, all this is not a drama. For her, this has become a mission. In a completely literal sense. She feels that God has chosen her. She has been given a simple task—“Kill the wrong people.” That’s it. No emotions, no questions, no interruptions. Just blood. Just silence. Just death. And the most surprising thing? She doesn’t even get angry. Absolutely calm. As if someone had said from above: “Do this. This is what I am saying.”

But when? When did Jesus say anything like this? The Bible itself says: “Revenge is my job.” (Romans 12:19) So then who is Clare? Has she created her own version of God? It’s as if some divine Google Doc has arrived—with step-by-step instructions. Guilt? Zero. Doubt? No. Just a twisted belief system—which now feels more like a weapon than faith.

And when she stands in front of the cross… chain in hand, in the choir background… that moment… that moment doesn’t feel like art. It tastes good. It’s as if someone has awakened an old cheek from within. “Many will come in my name…” (Matthew 24:5) And Clare? Yes. Exactly like that. A prophet whose heart has been lost. A killer who hums verses from the Bible.

But this is not just Clare’s story. In the background the entire system is collapsing—quietly. School? Rubbery. Police? Missing. Authority? Busy under their AC. When the sound stops from everywhere… then people make their own God. And then that God too gets confused. A little confused. A little lonely.

And then us, who proudly say, “we are believers.” But are they really doing what they say Isaiah 1:17 or Luke 4:18? Or just a verse repost on Sunday, a little hello emoji on the story? What Clare did was obviously wrong. But would anyone have ever caught his hand? If you had just asked once—“Are you okay?“ then the story could have been something else. Maybe she was sitting in a church. Maybe she was watching a youth group. Sometimes you just need someone to listen… not someone to make you laugh.

This film is not for everyone. It is a little disturbing. It demands to stop for a while. Even to be a little silent. But if you go a little further… look with your heart… then it is possible that you can see your face in Clare’s face. Raw. A little scary. But absolutely true.

Clare does not look saint till the end. Her face is like a mirror with a warning stuck on it. Because when we forget Christ in the name of faith… then everything becomes empty. Love as well. Truth as well. Justice as well.

And when we—who call ourselves light—speak the truth without love… or demand justice without light… then we do not even know… in some corner, someone is quietly taking his turn.

Slowly, without sound.