Preface - As this is an article what deals with the "religion" and so on, I will make a gesture of good-will and censor my otherwise filthy tongue. As such, asterisks will be applied when deemed a m**herfucking necessity.
As far as The Duke can tell, the biggest copyright blunder what ever befell the denizens of literature, occurred back in the middle ages or whenever The Bible was written. This is a book what has not only outsold Pet Semetary, but even Misery, surely Stephen King's greatest achievement, and has been filmed or adapted for television more often even than Mr King's esteemed scribblings. And yet, impossible as it may be to fathom, one would be hard pressed to uncover the identity of a single author, let alone any disclaimers pertaining to intellectual property rights.
What this means, basically, is that whilst God and various other deities have suffered at the hands of the entertainment industry in a manner what would shock even George Michael of Wham!, Hollywood has found that not only do adaptations of Biblical narratives often equal exceptional box-office returns, but they also cost not a jot for to obtain.
Also, audiences care little for actor recognition.
Consider the daunting sessions of nit-pickery what await anyone foolhardy enough for to don James Bond's immaculately pressed suit, and yet more actors than anyone cares to remember have got all messianic in the role of Jesus Christ.
From Robert Henderson-Bland in Sidney Olcott's 1912 effort From The Manger To The Cross, to Robert Powell in Zeffirelli's 1977 mini-series Jesus Of Nazareth, right up to the present day with Jim Caviezel's gore-drenched antics in The Passion Of The Christ, only God himself armed with a reasonable search engine could hazard a guess at how many folks have been handing out the loaves and the fishes onscreen.
What we can deduce, though, via the utilisation of various scientific and numerological appliances, is that there have been quite a few, all being told.
Still, truth is, the best Jesuses are usually not credited as such.
Boris Karloff, for instance, in James Whale's immaculate Bride Of Frankenstein, does a better job of portraying The Christ than many of the "authentic" models. Same goes for Peter Weller's turn in Robocop, about a man is brutally tortured and then resurrected for to save humanity.
Again, with all the predictions and prophecies going on, you'd think someone would have foreseen this heinous level of plagiarism.
If The Duke were to dish out an award for Best Christ On Camera, I would have to do my own bit of miracle-flaunting, and create two awards from one, since both that Jim fella from The Torturing, Lashing, Whipping, Scourging And Passion Of Christ and Enrique Irazoqui from Pasolini's beautifully understated The Gospel According To Matthew, are transcendently magnificent in the role. (Also, a nod in the direction of Max Von Sydow's performance in The Greatest Story Ever Told is, I believe, justified.)