Noah the movie was released over the weekend. Today, timing our outing to coincide with students being back in school after Spring Break, my husband and I went out for breakfast and then to the morning showing of this 'epic Hollywood blockbuster' (as it was reported).
Being familiar with the biblical account of the Noah saga and also being suspicious of anything out of Hollywood, I arrived at the cinema with as much of an open mind as I could muster.
The story of Noah, in its original, comes from the Bible. It's pretty straightforward, God (the Creator) with human emotions rues the day He created humans and decides to do away with the whole bunch because of the depth of their depravity. That depravity was well-represented in the film. I liked that the film makers showed the worst of humankind. It's what I'd thought all along (In modern day, only Wolf of Wall Street comes close to the evil that had pervaded the earth).
A subtitle of the film might be "Transformers Moonlight for God." I kind of liked the transformers. Here's why. Reading the biblical account it does take a stretch of imagination that Noah could build the ark by himself with only three young men to help...and maybe a handy woman or two. It made more sense to me to have these strong, guardian creatures around to help and protect Noah than it might have to have flurries of angels with fluttery wings and gossamer garments helping him. So that did not bother me. Poetic license.
It has long been known that God chose Noah because of all the people on earth Noah was the best. Not a sterling recommendation, and the movie shows the evil that lurked in Noah and everyone of his family. And in the film Noah delineates the weaknesses of each family member including himself. I think it's probably not a good idea to think well of myself by comparing myself to those around me. There is a higher standard. I appreciated the script writers bringing this out.
About three-quarters of the way through the film, I got antsy. I was ready for it to be over. It started to drag. I was unconcerned about how it would end. I wanted lunch. The script went so far off the main story, down rabbit trails and cow paths, that I lost interest.
The twins being born on the Ark, Jubal-Cain stowing away, an animal being slaughtered (probably the unicorn) - all that was extra-biblical. And tears, oh my goodness, those two Ark women could cry! And sob! Anyone who knows the events of scripture will begin to see the movie at this point as pure entertainment. Hollywood at its depraved best with one huge redemptive scene that gives the impression that, just perhaps, good overcomes evil.
That's a good take away, because in the end, not the end of the movie or the end of Noah's life, but at the end of everything, Good does overcome evil.
And that's what I think about it.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
If I Ran the World...
...a lot of recent events would never have happened.
No children fleeing Syria would be hungry, without parents, kept from education, or suffer from anxiety, insomnia, or nightmares.
No country would presume the right to take over another sovereign country just because.
No crazed gunman would attend a movie and then create mayhem.
No drugs would make their way into homes and school yards, street corners and alleys.
No children of five or six would be grabbed off the street and sold into slavery.
No loved ones would show up at an airport to welcome a family member only to be told the plane has vanished.
No child of promise would be told that money, race, religion, sexual preference, or parentage, kept them from educational or job opportunities.
No one would have to explain away yet another blackened eye or bruised jaw.
No one would every be told that their health care coverage did not cover a treatment that would save a loved one's life.
No child would have to wonder if they will have a place to sleep at night, or a home to return to after school.
No mother would have to muster the last of her energy to shoo flies away from her child's eyes, nose, mouth.
...and on and on and on.
BUT, that's not the reality of life on this spinning globe.
Unfortunately, these examples are the reality of OTHERS, not my reality. Because I am not directly effected by any of the above negative events, it is easy for me to flip the channel to a more positive story, put down the newspaper or turn to the comics, and keep my iPhone showing Angry Birds and not the global news apps. In my world, a simple switch can keep me from seeing the world as it really is. What this does, I have come to believe, is that it makes those dire events of my own life not only front and center, but huge and overwhelming.
Like...
...another week of below zero temperatures.
...a clothes dryer that has stopped emitting heat.
...a swimming pool in the backyard that needs repair.
...a dirty car or empty gas tank.
...a friend's slight.
...a day when allergies flare up.
...an evening with two more robo-calls letting Shawn know that he can delay paying his student loans with no penalties.
We can choose to see the BIG picture which at the very least should make us a little less bitchy about our own little problems, or we can continue to see the big picture in our own little worlds, thus isolating ourselves from the larger human community.
The question each must answer is how to acknowledge the realities of life without becoming overwhelmed, frozen with inactivity, or a cloistered nun.
IDK!
No children fleeing Syria would be hungry, without parents, kept from education, or suffer from anxiety, insomnia, or nightmares.
No country would presume the right to take over another sovereign country just because.
No crazed gunman would attend a movie and then create mayhem.
No drugs would make their way into homes and school yards, street corners and alleys.
No children of five or six would be grabbed off the street and sold into slavery.
No loved ones would show up at an airport to welcome a family member only to be told the plane has vanished.
No child of promise would be told that money, race, religion, sexual preference, or parentage, kept them from educational or job opportunities.
No one would have to explain away yet another blackened eye or bruised jaw.
No one would every be told that their health care coverage did not cover a treatment that would save a loved one's life.
No child would have to wonder if they will have a place to sleep at night, or a home to return to after school.
No mother would have to muster the last of her energy to shoo flies away from her child's eyes, nose, mouth.
...and on and on and on.
BUT, that's not the reality of life on this spinning globe.
Unfortunately, these examples are the reality of OTHERS, not my reality. Because I am not directly effected by any of the above negative events, it is easy for me to flip the channel to a more positive story, put down the newspaper or turn to the comics, and keep my iPhone showing Angry Birds and not the global news apps. In my world, a simple switch can keep me from seeing the world as it really is. What this does, I have come to believe, is that it makes those dire events of my own life not only front and center, but huge and overwhelming.
Like...
...another week of below zero temperatures.
...a clothes dryer that has stopped emitting heat.
...a swimming pool in the backyard that needs repair.
...a dirty car or empty gas tank.
...a friend's slight.
...a day when allergies flare up.
...an evening with two more robo-calls letting Shawn know that he can delay paying his student loans with no penalties.
We can choose to see the BIG picture which at the very least should make us a little less bitchy about our own little problems, or we can continue to see the big picture in our own little worlds, thus isolating ourselves from the larger human community.
The question each must answer is how to acknowledge the realities of life without becoming overwhelmed, frozen with inactivity, or a cloistered nun.
IDK!
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