Many have speculated, and with little consensus, as to why Mel Gibson's efforts as a director have grown bloodier and bloodier with each successive film – from the bloodless The Man Without a Face to the sporadically gruesome Braveheart to the unrelenting brutality in The Passion of the Christ.
All four of the films Gibson has directed—including The Man Without a Face and Braveheart—have been, at least to some degree, about father-son relationships and the role they play in shaping what it means to be a man.
Yes, I know he’s appeared in other styles of films, such as Hamlet (1990) and The Man Without a Face (1993), but Gibson has chosen to put his time, money and reputation into a succession of films, in which violence, bloody dismembered bodies, sadism, fear and revenge predominate.
Only now, after the graphic displays of extreme physical torture in Apocalypto and The Passion of the Christ, can we really notice Gibson's fixation on the scarification of the flesh in his two earlier films, Braveheart and The Man Without a Face.