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Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ

I don’t normally bother to see a movie when I’ve checked out the Book. Unlike Justin Timberlake, I prefer to eschew implausible deniability when it pertains to the fragility of surprise. However considering that The Passion of the Christ (not, mind you, just any Christ you might happen to cross crosses with, but the Christ), grew from the prodigiously fertilized soil of Roman Catholicism, a church that has never been fettered by its source materials when it comes to hugely remarkable doctrinal flourishes, I went anyhow.

Mel Gibson shrewdly marketed this film in a manner made popular by lots of wealthy, privileged neocon Christians in America– by claiming to be the victim of a persecution so perilous that it leaves no visible traces. Aside from Mr. Gibson’s efforts at becoming the Tawana Brawley of the Director’s Guild, all of the pre-release press has actually occurred from Jews taking prickly umbrage in being saddled with the obligation for Jesus‘ death. Well, no one delights in having his face rubbed in bloodthirsty peccadilloes. Just ask Patsy Ramsey. Or Laura Bush, for that matter. But complaining that the New Testament is anti-Semitic amounts grumbling that The Noise of Music is disconcertingly Austrian. Instead of bemoan the unflattering attitude of extras, rabbis should commemorate that the movie doesn’t open with the Apostle Paul prompting an upset crowd with a perky musical rendition of lyrics based on his vibrant epistle to the Thessalonians:

“ The Jews who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and contrast all guys.“
1 Thessalonians 2:14 -15.

From the really first reel, there is no question about which character has the starring role. Taking a hint from the regional Los Angeles tv news programs, if it bleeds it leads. And I haven’t seen so much bleeding because my wicked house maid cleaned my St. John’s summer silks in a rigorous warm water cycle in a pique after my casual, yet eager observation to another St. John (Ashcroft) about her only kid’s inscrutable deportment resulted in his deportation to Guantanamo Bay. In the end, Passion is actually just another action movie awash in unjustified blood. Like Braveheart– just the men’s skirts are longer.

Never has a recovering drunk claiming to have actually been directed by the lethal hand of the Lord so fabulously controlled the media and public opinion into embracing gruesome carnage. Well, aside from George W. Bush and that thing in Iraq.
Anybody who saw the Diane Sawyer interview understands that Mel Gibson is a couple of beads except a rosary. Mr. Gibson, a serial adulterer who finds piety in not speaking English at Mass, invested $25 countless his own money in this movie. Much Like Rosie O’Donnell with Taboo, Mr. Gibson broke the Golden Rule of showbiz to put on a show about a male who used a dress. One might question why a director would choose to make a film about Somebody whose life has actually offered motivation to millions in a manner that obtains less from Jesus‘ words than it does from a bootleg copy of an Argentinean snuff film. However any Baptist who has slipped into a cathedral to connect to Catholics by helpfully scrawling „Damned Pagan Mary Worshipers“ on statuary can attest to Roman Catholics‘ lugubrious preoccupation with the logistical subtleties of gradually torturing another human to death. Their apses sport crosses that attempt to outdo each other in the gothic, bloodthirsty enterprise of creatively doting on the macabre specifics of skin lacerations and their effluence. Verily, the Marquis de Sade has nothing on these individuals when it comes to utilizing pain into euphoria, religious or otherwise.

por · nog · ra · phy.
noun.

Lurid or marvelous product:.

A psychotic need to revel in 2 hours of seeing somebody else tortured exclusively in hopes of making oneself cry– see „psychological masturbation“.

Of course, in the appallingly competitive race for supernal hierarchy, Catholics never miss out on an opportunity to promote their Goddess Mary. Just as Pentecostals are continuously jockeying for position on behalf of the Bird that incites them to babble indecipherable tongues while curtained over plywood seats like moist, economical laundry. Hence there are apocryphal touches that will make non-Catholics blanche. For example, at the end of the film Mary, having simply won back a natty cerise bathrobe from a disappointed Roman soldier with a set of kings, gazes up at Jesus and says, „Don’t begin with me, Mister! I was against this whole „getting eliminated for sins“ profession from the beginning. Speak with your Daddy.“ Jesus (looking like Nicole Kidman should have looked at the end of the Civil War if she had wished to win an Oscar for Cold Mountain) rolls His sapphire eyes heavenward in conspiratorial irritation and tells Mary, „You understand, I constantly loved you more than Papa.“.

For those of you not within driving range to a flourishing abattoir, this movie might be your only possibility to delight in this lots of quarts of gushing blood, while still skirting criminal arraignment. As a Baptist, I do not typically discover myself promoting R-rated movies, however I’m proud that I reside in a nation where experiencing 2 hours of bloody, barbarous torture in celebrating information is considered indicia of religious piety, whereas a mere second looking upon a lady’s breast is cause for annoyed apoplexy.

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