Heat, postage and fiction

Summer has begun, you can feel it in the way the sun hits your skin all wrong feeling like a radiation blast, in the way that striding across the street leaves you sweating. Scorching sun, you gotta love it or else stay inside and crank the AC on high.

I've been watching a series of movies this past weeks among them are My Fair Lady and Peter Pan, which Marie mentions in her blog. She makes excellent point about language and respect.

Among the films I've watched was Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ, a sudden crazy visual of Mel's character in Lethal Weapon interrupting the crucifixtion ;p.

The cinematography was amazing and the idea of Satan as an androgynous identity was inspired and on the whole... uh, it was okay?

Wait, wait before casting stones at me let me just air my side:The movie was powerful. However, and here I?m treading on dangerous ground, it wasn?t as effective to me. You must understand for most of my life I?ve been watching the same story every year. To me, the Passion was echoing the other Jesus movie I?ve ever watched.

It didn?t show anything I?ve already seen. It is an adaptation of the gospels.

Leaving the theater I felt like a fraud seeing my parents and practically everyone leaving the theater express their admiration and inspiration to further piety. And there I was feeling nothing.

I?m not saying I disliked it, more of that it left me cold, like a very distant observer.
Also, I got the feeling that there were some glaring historical errors somewhere, which I know smarter people than I have identified.

There is, also a great review of The Passion of the Christ by Fernwithy. Her review I must say is the best I?ve yet encountered intimating both the Jewish, Christian and Historical point of view of the movie.

She expresses some of the things that bothered me better than I do but also most of the things that I liked about the movie:

It is, nevertheless, a powerful film about injustice and human cruelty, and the havoc it works on human society. For a Christian, it is also a reminder of the sacrifice made on his behalf, a sobering look at what it really meant to die in that horrible way.


In other news the computer is fixed, or at least for the moment, no one knows with this computer. *shakes head*

Anyway, I've set-up a fanfiction.net account, y'all can mosey down and see my fics there and review away at the account.

And, I am rereading Guy Gavriel Kay's Sarnatine Mosaic lovely, subtle work about a world parralleling our Byzantium era.