Category: Arts & Culture

Paige is still in the hospital with Molly, so I just watched a violent movie I knew she wouldn’t see: “The Passion of the Christ.” Though I wrote about it here several times last year — or more specifically, I wrote about the hysterical reaction to it — I hadn’t seen it until tonight.
I was surprised at how much the movie didn’t surprise me, probably because I had already read so much about it. It was so transparently grounded in the Faith that I experienced it more as a simple visual representation of Jesus’ suffering and death than as an art object. There was no effort to convince, or even to teach. If you didn’t know who Jesus was, or what he did prior to Holy Thursday, “The Passion” will not tell you because those things lie outside its scope. The images are so stark and the plot so barren of any narrative tricks that the subtitles were almost superfluous.
It’s too much to hope, but perhaps other filmmakers will take up related projects. They needn’t be believers; Robert Bolt wrote “A Man for All Seasons” and “The Mission” and he was not a praticing Christian, though he was sympathetic to those who are. Gibson did excellent work in fleshing out the characters of Pilate and his wife, and clever artists could take other biblical characters (Barabbas, Thomas, Paul) and turn them into protagonists of other movies.
It did surprise me that “The Passion” didn’t make me pity Jesus’ suffering as much as I thought I would, but perhaps that is a good thing. It seems to me that pity is a very dangerous emotion, capable of belittling its object. Pity puts the focus on the one who pities, not the one who has suffered misfortune. I felt the same way when I saw my fellow Marines injured. I helped them to my utmost, but I wouldn’t have expected anyone to feel sorry for me if I had been wounded. We were Marines — we were supposed to suffer. It would have been ignoble to consider one’s own suffering as more important than someone else’s.
Similarly, I have never been disturbed by movies with scenes of battlefield violence, but I find it extremely difficult to watch the innocent and helpless suffer. I don’t know how I made it through “Schindler’s List,” vowing never to watch it a second time. That is why, more than Jesus, it was Mary’s pain that grieved me deeply. God is impassible and immutable; my personal sins cannot injure him in his divine nature. But seeing my sins contribute to a mother having to watch her son tortured to death is horrifying. I understand why God suffered for our salvation, but her? Why her? At least Joseph died a quiet death before the Crucifixion.
The answer, as “The Passion” explicitly shows, is that God wanted Our Lady to help guide and nurture the infant Church, just as she held baby Jesus to her breast after his birth. Yet we are all still culpable for piercing her sinless heart with the results of our sins, something I first contemplated when I wept in front of the “Pietá” in St. Peter’s, long before I took the Faith seriously.
We try to ignore it, but the effects of our misdeeds careen around the world, affecting people who aren’t directly involved. Happily, the converse is also true: our good deeds spill out and cascade through others’ lives. I pray that for myself, and for all of us, the latter deeds outweigh the former.

A friend forwarded an e-mail protest petition to me about the coming DaVinci Code movie, but I’m not signing on.
For one thing, the group putting on the campaign, TFP, is already suspect in my book: operating as a blasphemous personality cult for its Brazilian founder, TFP was condemned by the bishops of that country in 1985. He’s dead now, but the organization carries on, using the outrage at offensive anti-Christian movies to attract supporters and raise money for itself.
Furthermore, complaining about the movie isn’t enough. The false philosophy and spirituality in the book and movie do damage to souls. As this Presbyterian fellow writes, the book presents its own spirituality which a lot of people find attractive instead of the authentic message of salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.
All the complaint campaigns, all the TFP postcards sent to Sony Pictures and all the Catholic League press releases issued by Bill Donohue, protesting that studios and publishers feel entitled to insult Christianity without rebuke, won’t undo that harm to souls.
A more serious response, an effort to communicate to the public, to correct the erroneous ideas in the DVC is needed. As usual, the protest petition came with a request to send “$25 or $50 or even $100” to spread the campaign further, but $50 worth of whining postcards won’t really help souls. If somebody were putting together a media evangelization project to counter the errors in the DVC, that would be worth a donation.

Was anyone else skeptical of computer-generated movies when they first started coming out? When I read about “Toy Story,” I was more than skeptical. The name was dumb. The company that made it, Pixar, was created by Steve Jobs, the too-clever-by-half co-founder of Apple. How could they cut humans out of the creative process? And so on.
Somehow, my lovely girlfriend (now wife) convinced me to see “Toy Story” on videotape, and to my shock, I completely loved it. Before we started having kids, I saw it three times, and I’ve seen it twice with them.
There hasn’t been a Pixar movie I disliked, yet every time a new one comes out, I still go through the same cycle: hearing about it and thinking it will be lame, reluctantly seeing it because of good reviews, and then thinking it’s the most innovative and compelling film I’ve seen in a long time. Maybe I have difficulty believing that they can equal or top their previous works.
True to the pattern, when “The Incredibles” opened, I was unenthusiastic. Nothing about the plot sounded compelling — family of superheroes doing super stuff, yawn — and I never saw it in the theater.
Which is something I now regret. Paige bought the DVD the weekend it came out, and not only did I find it completely mesmerizing, by the time it was halfway over I thought, “When can I see this again?”
Like J.S. Bach, Pixar is content to work within existing genres. Dramatically speaking, “The Incredibles” breaks no new ground. Not only is the plot conventional, you’ve seen most of the visual tropes in at least a dozen other action-adventure movies, like the hero chained up after being caught by the bad guy, or the superhero protagonists striking a pose right before they fight their enemies. The score contains overt references to the early James Bond movies.
But like Bach, so much inventive genius is poured into this film that it seems completely new. At Pixar’s birth, people assumed that if it was successful, it would be because it harnessed the nascent power of computer graphics. In reality, they are the most successful studio in Hollywood because they grasped something very old: that plot, character, theme, and spectacle (in that order) are the keys to making good drama, just like Aristotle taught twenty-four centuries ago.
Also, the studio makes family-oriented entertainment without descending into blandness or cloying preachiness. The original beginning of “The Incredibles,” shown in rough form on the bonus DVD, showed Elastigirl as a new mother, getting insulted by a career woman who thought being a full-time mom was a dumb choice. Incensed, Elastigirl gives a speech about there would be much less evil in the world if more parents spent time raising their own kids, et cetera. Though I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment, the revised beginning is far better — the pro-motherhood message is subtly woven through the movie, which makes it more effective, not less. And besides, even without delivering any lectures, Elastigirl is self-evidently a total badass.
Celebrating human excellence, and how insane it is to pretend that some people’s special gifts aren’t really special, is the other important thematic thread. “The Incredibles” could be seen as a satire in the same vein as “Harrison Bergeron,” the only thing Kurt Vonnegut wrote that’s worth reading twice. Not allowing the gifted to excel doesn’t hurt the gifted folks, the movie says, as much as society in general. One might think of the way people insist that Jesus, Mary, and the saints were “just like us,” which is true if you mean they shared our human nature. But they were better than us, qualitatively better, and if we want to be better ourselves, we should try to emulate them, not pull their memories down to our level to please our complacent, lazy souls.
I could go on, but I won’t, because lots of you have already seen “The Incredibles.” If you haven’t, and the philosophical aspects don’t entice you, rent it for the sheer joy. You will care more about those cartoon movie people than most live-action movie people. (There’s an essay waiting to be written about how animated characters are looking more and more realistic, and “real” actors look less and less.)
In the “making of” documentary, Brad Bird, the director and writer, says that the movie’s goal was to fuse “the mundane and the fantastic.” Kind of like the immanent and the transcendant. Sounds like a formula for lasting success.

The following is a chronology of me watching Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason. All times are approximate.
Movie Start minus 3 minutes, 23 seconds — Why is there a commercial for “Joey” before the movie? Is that show still on? If so, why?
MS-2:09 — Another television ad, this time for a DVD set of “Will and Grace.” I like movie previews, but what’s with the TV ads? Man, that Jack guy is annoying. He’s kind of a Stepin Fetchit for the gays.
MS+1:04 — Finally, the movie is starting. I forget, what was the original Bridget Jones about? All I remember is her kicking drug dealers’ butts and wearing a big afro. Oh, wait…that was “Cleopatra Jones.”
MS+10:58 — Already bored. Not a good sign.
MS+18:34 — Renée Zellweger looks completely dreadful. Horrible hair and bloated, unhealthy-looking body; ill-fitting and unflattering clothes. I used to think people were being superficial when they commented on actors’ looks, but I’ve changed my mind. They’re supposed to look good, or at least not bad. That’s their job. God made the human form beautiful, and there’s nothing wrong with appreciating it.
MS+22:27 — Not only is she bad looking, she makes it worse with her personality. She keeps talking about sex — not romance, but the act itself, and how wonderful it is that she’s found someone to copulate with her. Needy, neurotic, paranoid and charmless…what man wouldn’t want that?
Her boyfriend, Colin Firth, would be screaming and running away from her if he were a real person.
MS+24:20 — Hugh Grant! Finally! I want to dislike you because you are far more suave and handsome than I am, but you are hilarious and charming. Surely you will make this movie more bearable for me.
MS+49:31 — Tomorrow I should clean the garage…I wonder if there will be time to weed the front garden, because it sure needs it…does Chris need his air compressor back?…I think it’s time for a glass of port….
MS+1:00:09 — I have now spent an entire hour watching this vulgar slattern. Where are you, Hugh? Come back and do something amusing!
MS+1:17:02 — She is not leading those Thai girls in a song-and-dance number to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin.” I’m going to the bathroom.
MS+1:31:51 — Why are Hugh and Colin fighting over that woman? Now Paige is telling me that this is like the fight from the first movie, of which I have almost no recollection.
MS+1:43: — At last, the end credits. I have no problem with “date movies” per se, nor do I hate the “chick flick” proper, but this movie was truly a pandering piece of tripe. I wish we had watched “The Incredibles” again, and I bet Paige does, too.

In a radio chat, the Carmelite Reginald Foster comments on the Pope’s first speech, which he translated into Latin for the Holy Father. He says the fact of the speech is no big sign of a shift to Latin: Pope John Paul II made his first speech in Latin also, as did his predecessor, and so on.
As for the style: “Most people say it’s very clear and simple, and runs along, and — depends on the inflection of his voice, I can hear his voice… If you pronounce it well, it’s — a dog could understand it!”
Interviewer: “Pope Benedict XVI: does he speak Latin with a German accent at all?”
“Oh, for sure…. oh, real — whaddaya say — real square and chunky, it’s chunky (laughs) well, that’s German, got it?”
Here’s audio from Vatican Radio, about seven minutes: MP3 (4.1MB). For Linux users, I recommend the Ogg Vorbis format (2.2MB).