well... mel gibson...tsk...
a long while ago a certain Mr B. Connolly used to say...(Excerpts...)

..."there's no way the crucifixion could have been held in Galillee, there were explorers wandering around trying to find where they were...nah the crucifixion was in Galigate in Glasgow, near the Cross..."

"The apostles are in there, drinking the cheap wine that turns your teeth red and tearing lumpsoff the mothers pride, just then the door opens, and in he walks, The Big Yin, with the long dress and the casual sandles..."

...he says" today i'm not going to tell you a story, I'm going for to tell you a prophecy..."
"a prophecy says the wee one, what's that?"
"a prophecy tellsyou what's gonna happen tomorrow..."
"Oh aye", says the wee one, "what about the 3.30 tomorrow..."
"See you Judas, you're getting on my tits..."

"And these Romans are gonna come up and say..." see that dod of wood, you wanna take it up to the top of yon hill...?" The big yin says, "Ahhh come on, I was only kiddin' on I was a joiner..."

basically what I'm trying to say is that Mr Connolly made more good points in a 20 minute sketch than Mr Gibson made in hours and hours and hours of some bloke who looks like he's been in a slightly bad cat fight constantly dropping a fucking lump of wood and being beaten by a bunch of (god help us) Italians...
I hear the Jews are up in arms about being called Jesus killers (although the Bible has kind of pointed this out for quite a while i believe).
So here's the thing, we send a couple of your more explosive Yids to cinemas across the world and let them blow up every fucking copy of the damned thing.
Amen.