There is no other way to break the frozen cinematic conventions than through a complete derangement of the official cinematic senses.
True. There is a beautiful Jesus. He is frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef. How desperately he wanted to pull his arms in! How desperately I touch his vertical and horizontal axes! But I can't. Need is not quite belief.
The problem with fame is that you get frozen in one frame and nothing you can do can alter the nature.