Thursday, November 15, 2007



The holidays aren't quite here yet, so the wretched Fall movie season continues in the theaters. It's slim pickings as far as new releases are concerned. The only person who seems to have gone out to see a movie is Barbara Nicolosi over at Church of the Masses who caught a showing of Dan In Real Life. She goes easy on this one as she's likely still punch-drunk from the beating she received over not liking Bella.

Snuffles from the Sci-Fi Catholic decided to stay home and find something good to rent. And it seems he found what he was looking for in Katsuhiro Otomo's Steamboy, a film he believes is "a decent introduction to the wacky sub-genre" of steampunk and a little thought provoking as well.

Jack Perry from Cantànima also raided the rental shelves and offers up a slew of three-sentence movie reviews covering everything from Hitch to Bridge to Terabithia.

John W. Morehead's from TheoFantastique also found a new DVD while browsing the shelves of his local video store. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that, along with the usual flesh munching fun, the new zombie comedy Fido "provides material for other areas of social and theological reflection as it looks at death and the funeral industry."

Patrick Archbold at Creative Minority Report digs deep into the bottom of the barrel and takes another look at Star Trek V: The Final Frontier. (See, there are still some Catholics out there into self flagellation.) While watching, he finds some eerie similarities between Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, and Vulcan cult leader Sybok. Hey, anything's better than thinking about why God needs a spaceship.

If you enjoy those kind of cinmatic musings, be sure to hop over to Strange Culture where RC hosted a Film + Faith blog-a-thon. Not only will you find a link back to my own review of Frogs (which takes care of the strange part, I suppose), but you'll find links to a wide variety of post covering such topics as Christ imagery in The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly and the use of Buddhism in the Tina Turner biopic What's Love Got To Do With It? (There are a lot of links on the page, many of which I haven't checked out yet. You might want mom or dad to click first to see if they're okay.)

And finally, be sure to stop by The Hermeneutic of Continuity and add your voice to Fr. Tim Finigan's open letter to Mel Gibson. The good father desperately pleads with the aging road warrior to produce a brilliant film on the life of St Edmund Campion as an antidote to the cinematic poison that was Elizabeth: The Golden Age.

There. That should keep everyone busy until the holidays roll around and some decent movies begin to roll into theaters. In theory. See you then.

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