This was one movie that was best seen in a theater. The darkness, the isolation from things normal and of comfort, the gasps of the crowd, the THX sound of the blows... I saw it twice. I'm sort of planning on seeing it again this Lent if they re-release it.
It served to remind that Christianity is not about being "nice", not about feeling "comfortable", not about acting "PC." It's about blood and guts and death and resurrection and hope, and from it sprang the entire modern world we know today.
It's comments like this that make me wish Mr. Gibson had made a film about the teachings of Jesus, and not his bloody death.