Dispassionate About The Christ?
|AMP|#160;|AMP|#160;When my wife was pregnant with our first child, one thing we decided to try to do leading up to her due date was to go see more movies, as we would not be seeing quite so many new releases once we became parents. Turns out we do get to see the occasional new release, but it's from our local video rental store, many months after any theatrical release. That's not to say that movie-going has altogether disappeared: we have managed to see a few films at outrageous prices while eating gold-dust-laden popcorn, but these instances can be counted on one hand by a clumsy shop teacher.
This weekend past was one of those rare instances that I get to see a movie in a theatre. However, my wife did not join me. It wasn't a matter of her not being able to join me, but simply the fact that she did not wish to join me. No, I wasn't seeing whatever the latest Hollywood bimbo-fest is, nor some guns-n-cars chase-'em shoot-'em-up testosterone-packed action flick, either. I saw Mel Gibson's much-talked-about The Passion Of The Christ.
MrSka @ 09:30 PM EST [Keep reading...]