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For a film steeped in Christian, Pagan and Godless lore it never makes up it's stupid mind about what message it's actually sending to its audience. My reading of the film is that it condemns religion as a whole but the characters and the narrative never give us that pay off. The characters are still consumed by the right and wrong of being on their particular side of the religious divide.
The film is suitably full of gloom and doom, there's enough dry ice for a Def Leppard concert but it all comes to naught. No one learns anything. Nothing is changed and the plague succeeds in spreading further. At its worst Black Death propagates the woman as other and woman as evil. Well, unless they're a vessel for flesh and lust. While I'm sure this is not what the filmmakers intended this is certainly how it comes off. If a woman is not sexually available she is a threat, and even if she is sexually available she is derided as a slut and a whore. For a film that insists on putting such emphasis on women as witches etc it never bothers to makes a statement about it. While such remarks and actions can be chalked up to character and period they are never shown to be wrong. Black Death is a nifty example of lazy filmmaking. Given a period rich in history, director Christopher Smith squanders the chance to say or do anything beyond a by the numbers turgid semi-action film.
Neither horrific or action packed, Black Death serves as a bleak and soulless reminder that God is dead.