Ja Rule is actually good in this movie: his prayers come across as sincere as can be, with acting that is similarly believable. The story is his, not the Church Girl's, and it was probably a good idea to put the weight of the material squarely on his shoulders. The difficulty is only that the movie asks him to juggle too many problems to tell an effective story in the film's 118 minutes—and continuity suffers.
By the time Montego hits his knees, we know that the previous climatic bit of drama has finally put him there. But we're left wondering whether it really takes that level of intensity to move a searcher or a stagnant believer to the same place.
I guess the obvious answer is that the journey of faith looks different for everyone, and the point of this film is that extreme measures are required for extreme cases of knee-bending. If you're a drug-trafficking rogue who's in love with a feisty faith-girl, just gone through a traumatic loss, facing criminal charges, and in the hospital praying by a bedside, then Montego's conversion won't just be a climax, but a heartfelt relief. But given how over the top the story is for what it's trying to do, the average moviegoer—or churchgoer—may be left too busy trying to keep up to really get the point.
The film is rated PG for thematic elements, a scene of violence, some suggestive content, and brief language. The characters talk a little about sex, and some scenes at the club show people drinking alcohol.
Taylor Lindsay is a fall intern with Christianity Today Movies and a student at The King's College in New York City.