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One need not be a Godless heathen to find fault in Left Behind’s message-delivery system: It’s a fire-and-brimstone sermon wrapped in the tissue of a bad disaster thriller—a criticism that’s dogged the book series since its earliest installments. But this adaptation is so broad, cartoonish, and ineptly made that harping on its theological methods seems like overkill; even diehard devotees of the franchise may crack up when, say, Rayford finally figures out what’s going on by flipping through the personal calendar of one of the departed—and then breaking down into sobs when he finds the words BIBLE STUDY scrawled ominously on an open page. This Left Behind may be worse than the last Left Behind, but it’s much less boring, thanks in part to the commitment of its star, who plays the often ludicrous material with the straightest of faces. The Cage works in mysterious ways. God only knows how they made a worse version of Left Behind

We tried to give the film zero stars, but our tech system won’t allow it. Left Behind

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…what has gone so horribly wrong in [Nicolas] Cage’s career that he is forced to accept any paycheck that comes his way? Elizabeth Weitzman

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People often ask critics what the best movie they’ve seen this year is, which makes for interesting conversations, and then follow up with what the worst movie is. That’s usually tougher to answer. So consider this a thank-you to the makers of “Left Behind” for giving me a solid answer. Cage sleepwalks through terrible ‘Left Behind’

Most of all, you have a story about Commerce undertaking genocide for the sake of natural resource extraction — a story with numerous real-world analogs — broken up by happy talk about how this or that was done in the film, not to mention commercials. Like I said, deeply weird. It would be like watching The Sorrow and the Pity interrupted with commercials for Subway and the Gerber Life program. With any sense of empathy, even for a completely fanciful sci-fi tale, it’s off-putting. The overall presentation spoke to the most witless sensibility. “We interrupt this genocide to bring you … “

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Plus there’s another principle at play here, something as elusive as water running through your hands - it’s the realization that our actions DO have consequences, sometimes ones that reach far beyond our own lifespans, and that’s a very easy thing to forget on a daily basis. Every moment is a chance to change the future - acts of kindness can have effects that we can’t see, ones that could even impact future generations. Meanwhile, crimes or acts of savagery may seem more prevalent, to the point where they become part of the daily grind, essentially background noise, but eventually there comes a tipping point where right-thinking people have had just about enough of that, thanks. And then we create these ripples through our actions that have the potential to resonate for years to come - if we’re doing it right, that is. Honky’s Movie Year: Cloud Atlas

That’s how the movie begins. It’s ridiculous. It’s so painfully ridiculous that I was genuinely shocked and embarrassed as a Christian. The portrait of Professor Radisson is the fanciful product of an overactive evangelical imagination, an imagination too long steeped in fear. It’s a mockery of atheists and other skeptics, who have every justification to be angry at the film. It’s an exaggerated portrait, an unfair portrait, and an outright silly portrait. Philosophy professors do not require their students to sign a statement that God is dead. They would be reprimanded, and a sufficient number of students in the class would have refused — not just our protagonist. With the recent happenings at Cal State and Vanderbilt, there is not much that would shock me about the “benign guardianship” of our liberal elites. But this is dumb — nothing more than an obvious scare tactic in order to portray the professor as villainous as possible and Josh as the great martyr-hero. I was fully expecting Professor Radisson to next instruct the class to write 666 on their foreheads. Review: God’s Not Dead

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Today the movie God’s Not Dead comes out on DVD, and thousands of church leaders will dutifully run out to purchase their copies to show to their churches sometime in the coming weeks. They will enthusiastically watch it and gush about how wonderful the film is and how beautifully it captures their faith. Because movies like this will provide the only depiction of atheism most evangelical Christians have ever seen, these stories are powerful for them. They reinforce all the stereotypes their preachers have passed on to them, and by the end of the movie they will cry and cheer and obey the movie’s instructions to text “God’s Not Dead” to everyone they know. If there’s one thing religion does well, it’s teach people to do as they’re told en masse. What I Learned about Atheists from God’s Not Dead

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