Son of God and Noah don’t just represent two different ways to read Scripture, two different ways to make films, and two different marketing demographics. They also represent two sharply different ways to believe, to be in the world.
We first meet Kamala at her local Jersey City deli, where she stares at a BLT sandwich longingly, whispering to herself, “Delicious, delicious, infidel meat….”
“If you are going to be a Catholic—or any type of Christian—you are going to have to get rid of your guns, withdraw from any military, have nothing to do with weapons manufacturing or killing, and practice nonviolence at every level.”
On Sunday morning I went to a church service for the first time in decades. I was there as a community member to support Pastor Seth Pickens of Zion Hill Baptist church in South Los Angeles. A few days before, I’d received an urgent
If the critique of our reliance on technology is the obvious takeaway from Her, the less obvious but perhaps more interesting critique seems to be of our culture’s attitude toward romantic love.
Hannibal has “beautiful” crime scenes, but it does not really romanticize suffering. Its version of Hannibal Lecter is a great aesthete, but the beautiful tableaux he creates are polluted, just as the elaborate dinners he prepares for his friends and acquaintances secretly involve the cooked organs of his victims.
