Monday, September 24, 2012

THE B-LIST: OOOH, FUUUUDGE!

Except, as we all know, young Ralphie didn’t say fudge in that scene from A Christmas Story, did he? He said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word! And as a result, he spent the evening with a bar of soap in his mouth. Which is admittedly better than what his poor friend Flick got after Ralphie claimed to have heard THE WORD from him. But as viewers, we know where Ralphie really picked up his colorful verbiage from, don’t we?

Ah, nobody delivers a minced oath like Darren McGavin. As you probably know, a minced oath is “a type of euphemism in which a profane or offensive term is replaced by a similar-sounding word or phrase that expresses a comparable sentiment in a less objectionable way, such as substituting ‘heck’ for ‘hell’.” But the minced oaths in A Christmas Story are an intentional part of the movie, and because of that they work perfectly. However, for better or worse (okay, probably worse), most films these days just go with full-on profanity and don’t bother adding in any minced oaths until later when they sell the broadcast rights to television and need to replace the dirty words with something a bit more suitable for Saturday afternoons when the kiddies may be tuning in.  You know how it works. Somebody in the theatrical version drops the the "F-dash-dash-dash" word, but the television version overdubs the line with something like “Flip this!” or “Forget you!” It can be kind of entertaining in its own way, especially when they don’t even bother getting the original actors to do the overdubbing.

But occasionally, the choice of what minced oath to utilize can be a little bizarre, especially in those instances where the profanity being replaced is not gratuitous, but purposeful to the scene it is in. I bet you can still find folks on message boards laughing (lamenting) about the time Star Trek 3: The Search for Spock was shown on the BBC with Captain Kirk exclaiming loudly, "Those Klingon BANDITS killed my son!" Yeah, it doesn’t really have the same impact as the original expletive does it? Why didn’t the Brits just ruin the sentiment entirely and have Kirk cry out against those Klingon scoundrels or those Klingon hooligans?

With that in mind, we (not so) proudly present to you three of the oddest moments of editorially dictated minced oaths to be heard on the television (at least among those we could find on YouTube). NOTE: As a PG-13 blog, we’re not about to provide the original profanities here, so the examples below do assume you have some familiarity with the original bits of dialog being replaced from the following movies.

DIE HARD 2 – Yippee-kay-aye… Mr. Falcon? Okay, so the original profanity was a tad gratuitous, but it was a direct reference to the original catchphrase from the first Die Hard flick, so the minced oath here comes across as a little weird, especially considering we have no idea who or what Mr. Falcon is. Now if you dig deep enough, you’ll discover that the TV edit also changes an earlier line of dialog to one in which a no-name soldier quickly refers to one of the main villains as Mr. Falcon, an apparent reference to a codename you can almost hear over a radio if you’re ignoring the rest of the movie and only concentrating on the background noise. Hey, at least they put a little effort into it.

GHOSTBUSTERS – In contrast to Diehard, Ghostbusters just filmed an entire second version of this famous scene for television broadcast. Can’t you just hear the writers now? “Hmm, we need to replace a dirty word for TV. Well, what rhymes with… that word. Hey, we know, how about Wally Wick?” Which, of course, results in people around the world asking, “Wally Wick? Wally Wick? What the…? Oh wait, is that supposed to be a Mickey Mouse reference? Oh come on, couldn’t a blockbuster like Ghostbusters afford to use the real name so we wouldn’t have to miss the rest of the joke while we try and figure out what the heck Aykroyd is talking about?”

SNAKES ON A PLANE – For confusion, though, you can’t beat the edited version of Snakes On A Plane. You know, this movie is kind of like Goodfellas in the sense that you wonder why they even bothered playing it on broadcast television to begin with. I mean, with the exception of his dialog in Star Wars & The Incredibles, profanity seems to stream out of Samuel L. Jackson’s mouth with more regularity than water gushing from Old Faithful, so just about every scene he’s in requires an edit. Still, in this one instance, the use of the "F-dash-dash-dash" word isn’t entirely gratuitous, but is meant to punctuate Jackson’s total frustration with the circumstances and the fact that he isn’t going to take it anymore. So what do they replace his penultimate outburst with? "I have had it with these monkey-fightin’ snakes on this Monday-to-Friday plane." WHAT THE FLIP does that even mean? What are monkey-fightin’ snakes? Not that I’ve got anything against monkey-fightin’ snakes, mind you. I’d probably watch a movie about them if they put it on SyFy. But still, are they so common that we’re supposed to get the reference? And don’t even get me started on Monday-to-Friday plane. I’m thinking they just opened up a dictionary and picked the first two words they saw that started with M & F.

Look, it’s hard to come up with interesting and appropriate minced oaths that convey a comparable sentiment to widely-used profanities. Trust me, as a Christian who runs a (arguably) humorous blog that sometimes requires their use, I know. Sometimes I’m successful at pulling it off, sometimes… apparently not. At least that’s what I gather from a comment left on a recent post at Catholic Exchange in which I was criticized for the “foul language” I purportedly utilized in a comic strip (or a fumeti if you have to be precise). This is the Internet, so there’s always the chance the offended commenter was a troll, but I decided to take him at face value and answer his criticisms. Unfortunately, for whatever technical reasons, the responses I left to the commenter regarding his concerns, while still showing up in my blog dashboard, refuse to appear in the combox itself. (I guess I still haven’t mastered Wordpress yet.) While that’s kind of irritating, it’s ultimately fine because it allows me to address the topic in a post, and a blogger never turns down free subject material.

Now, as regards the “foul language”, since the original commenter wasn’t specific, I can only think of two things he could have been referring to. The first was in this panel…

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While possible, I don’t think this was where he found a problem. After all, the use of nonsense symbols like #$%& has been a technique used to avoid profanity since the dawn of cartooning. It basically operates as the visual equivalent of bleeping out an offensive word. And because you don’t see or hear the word, you can pretty much substitute whatever you want to in the symbol’s place. So while I could be wrong, I don’t think that was what caused the complaint. Which pretty much leaves this…

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Ah, I think we have a winner (so to speak). Now, assuming we’ve found the offending word, I apologize in advance to the original commenter, because it’s important we discuss it here for a brief moment. By no definition of which I’m aware is the term douchebag considered a profanity. The Oxford English Dictionary defines the pejorative use of the word as a “North American informal [for] an obnoxious or contemptible person, typically a man.” And it’s important that it’s not considered a profanity because the Church frowns on the use of such words. Rev. William Saunders, Professor of Catechetics and Theology at Christendom College, writes that “profanity itself is wrong, even though such words may not specifically involve the name of God. God gave mankind the gift of language which should be used positively. Language should build good relationships with other individuals, and enable people to share their lives intimately with each other. Sadly, more and more, we hear in normal conversation profanity — especially those four letter words, like s*** and f***. We also hear people speak profanely about good and holy topics; for example, they profane human sexuality or the act of marital love. Such language is not only negative, vulgar, impolite and offensive, but also debases the dignity of each human being. Moreover, this language reveals not only a person’s bad attitude and lack of respect for others, but also his own immaturity and insecurity in dealing with others. In using these words, the person builds barriers rather than bridges with another person.” Given all that, I’d have to say it’s a good thing I avoided profanity and only used symbols in implying it (which even Fr. Saunders seemed comfortable doing in the above quote).

But since I’ve been called out by a fellow Christian (something we’re instructed to do to each other, by the way), I don’t want to get off scot free based solely on a technicality. Besides, the original commenter didn’t actually say I used profanity, just that I used “foul language”. And let’s be honest, profanity or not, the word douchebag does have gynecological origins, so it’s easy to see how that might make it offensive (or “foul” as the case may be) to any number of people. So despite the fact that the dictionary doesn’t indicate the word is vulgar, let’s assume that some folks are going to find it so anyway. That being the case, is there any good reason for a Christian to ever use such a word?

Well, maybe. It might all come down to how you want to interpret Ephesians 4:29 wherein St. Paul writes, “No foul language should come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for needed edification, that it may impart grace to those who hear.” On first glance it would seem that he is condemning all questionable verbiage. But that causes a small problem, because in Phillipians 3:8 St. Paul also exclaims, “More than that, I even consider everything as a loss because of the supreme good of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have accepted the loss of all things and I consider them so much rubbish, that I may gain Christ.” So what, you might ask? Well, in older translations such as the Douay-Rheims, the word sanitized here as ‘rubbish’ is usually rendered as ‘dung’. And even that might be cleaner than the original language the letter was written in wherein Paul utilizes the ancient Greek word σκύβαλον. While many linguists believe the word refers to table scraps or leavings, others have equated it to the word crap, or possibly even the dreaded S-dash-dash-dash word. In short, it’s quite possible that St. Paul is saying that anything worldly that gets in the way of our relationship with Christ is nothing but a bunch of bull#$%&. Which is true, but also foul no matter what way you try to look at it.

So if the fouler translation turns out to be the correct one (and we may never know for sure), is St. Paul being a hypocrite, telling us to speak one way while indulging in its opposite himself? Well, not if you take “…but only such as is good for needed edification” as meaning there could be some infrequent exceptions where the careful and deliberate use of an offensive word might actually help hammer home a spiritual point better than a more delicate wording would. You know, sort of like in the movies where an expletive like Rhett Butler’s “Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.” communicates his feelings much more clear and forceful than if he had said “Frankly, my dear, I’m not interested in pursuing this relationship anymore and am basically ambivalent as to what decision you make regarding your future.” At least, I sure hope that’s how it works because that was certainly what I was going for in using the word douchebag in the above mentioned comic, and it’s why I feel comfortable using certain words when I think they best serve the purpose of the post.

However, let’s all keep in mind that I’m not ordained, not a credentialed biblical scholar, and I’m certainly not working under a charism of infallibility, so it’s quite possible my reasoning above is full of… σκύβαλον. Good Christians are always open to correction, so I’d really love to hear everyone’s take on the matter.

Friday, September 14, 2012

TINSELTOWN TESTAMENTS

PSALMS 90:9,10

Douay-Rheims Version: “For all our days are spent; and in thy wrath we have fainted away. Our years shall be considered as a spider: The days of our years in them are threescore and ten years. But if in the strong they be fourscore years: and what is more of them is labour and sorrow. For mildness is come upon us: and we shall be corrected.”

Revised Standard Version: “For all our days pass away under thy wrath, our years come to an end like a sigh. The years of our life are threescore and ten, or even by reason of strength fourscore; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.”

New American Bible: “Our life ebbs away under your wrath;g our years end like a sigh. Seventy is the sum of our years, or eighty, if we are strong; Most of them are toil and sorrow; they pass quickly, and we are gone.”

Blade Runner: “I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain. Time to die.”

Batty

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

WEEKLY NEWSREEL – 3 1/2 TIME-OUTS TUESDAY (VOL. 41)

Good evening Mr. & Mrs. Catholic, and all you other Christians at sea. Welcome back to the Newsreel, sponsored as always by the fine folks at Acts of the Apostasy, home of the 3 1/2 Time-Outs Tuesday. Now off to press.

Sin Sister

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In case you haven’t yet heard about it elsewhere, acclaimed director Nick Cassavetes recently destroyed most of his credibility in an interview with The Wrap wherein he defended the incestuous relationship portrayed in his latest film Yellow. “We had heard a few stories where brothers and sisters were completely, absolutely in love with one another.” Cassavetes said, “You know what? This whole movie is about judgment, and lack of it, and doing what you want. Who gives a **** if people judge you? I’m not saying this is an absolute but in a way, if you’re not having kids – who gives a damn? Love who you want. Isn’t that what we say? Gay marriage – love who you want? If it’s your brother or sister it’s super-weird, but if you look at it, you’re not hurting anybody except every single person who freaks out because you’re in love with one another.” Well, gee whiz, Nick, perhaps you missed the extensive studies made on the subject of sibling incest (Cole, 1982; Higgs, Canavan, & Meyer, 1992; Russell, 1986) which concluded that "long-term effects on the individual include: shattered trust of brothers and men in general; never marrying or making poor choices in marriage; poor self-concept; sexual promiscuity and using sex as the only way to relate to men; a tendency toward revictimization, sexual and otherwise; substance abuse; depression and other psychiatric symptoms such as dissociative experiences or loss of memory for large periods of the past; confusion between intimacy and sexuality; and a lack of support from family and society, who tend to blame the victim.” You see, Nick, (or perhaps you’ll still refuse to) there’s actual real scientific reasons behind the Church’s disapproval of non-traditional sexual relationships besides some twisted desire to meddle in people’s private bedrooms.

Vendetta For The Saint

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Speaking of misguided filmmakers, you may remember a few weeks ago when The B-Movie Catechism poked a little fun at our Protestant brethren who make well meaning, but often not very good, movies. Well, turnabout is fair play (or so we’ve heard), so it’s only right that we pass along a link to an article by Br. Gabriel Torretta, O.P., who asks the simple question, “Why are Catholic movies so bad?” “We can learn a lot about the problems of Catholic filmmaking from Christian Duguay’s new film Restless Heart, a dramatized account of St. Augustine’s life and conversion.” Br. Torretta posits. “As a film, Restless Heart has its high points, even if in general it suffers from poor pacing and uninspiring dialogue. As a biography of a great theologian, the film fares worse; recognizing the difficulties in staging most of Augustine’s life (How does one film a gradual conversion from Skepticism to Neo-platonism?), Restless Heart blithely invents a more exciting history for him, turning the troubled young professor of rhetoric into a hotshot lawyer with a devil-may-care attitude who, after cooperating in a massacre of Milanese Christians, miraculously converts and triumphs over all his adversaries, notably including a scene in which all the heretical Donatist bishops in North Africa agree that the Roman Church has the true faith, and seal their conversion with group hugs. If we abstract from the religious character of the film, we can easily understand why Restless Heart is unlikely to win any Academy Awards; whatever its other problems, it ultimately fails to entertain. Viewed from a Christian perspective, the occasional moments of real drama don’t justify vitiating one of Christianity’s most compelling conversion stories and replacing it with a boilerplate fourth-century knock-off of a John Grisham novel.” Harsh, but Br. Torretta does offer some suggestions along with his criticisms, however, so the article is definitely worth a read.

Exorcist, The (Turkish)

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While not everyone agrees, one of the films which is generally considered among the best examples of mixing religion and celluloid storytelling is The Exorcist. So it is with some trepidation that we hear from The Vulture that writer-director Sean Durkin “is adapting the fiendish classic into a ten-episode television series… Unlike the iconic 1973 film, Durkin’s version of The Exorcist follows the events leading up to a demonic possession and especially the after-effects of how a family copes with it: In short, not well, and when medical and psychiatric explanations fail, the desperate family turns to the church, with Father Damien Karras finally brought in to attempt the exorcism.” We’ll reserve judgment until more details come out. Ten episodes could allow the story some breathing room to include details in the novel the original film didn’t have space to include. But it could also allow the whole thing to become a meandering mess. About all we can say right now is that as long as the project doesn’t take the route of John Boorman’s Exorcist II: The Heretic, which completely missed the point and tried to be spiritual without being religious (has that ever worked), it should have a decent chance of being interesting.

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Whether it be due to over-familiarity with the material or just jaded modern sensibilities, there are some out there who have forgotten the impact The Exorcist’s portrayal of the evil of Satan had upon its release.  To help you remember…

Well, we won’t wish you pleasant dreams after that, but we will, as is our custom, sign off the Newsreel with the immortal words of the great Les Nessman. Good evening, and may the good news be yours.

Friday, September 07, 2012

THINGS TO COME: A CHRISTMAS STORY 2

Now it may come as a surprise to some of you out there to learn that there has already been two semi-sequels to the 1983 holiday classic A Christmas Story. There was Ollie Hopnoodle's Haven of Bliss (1988) in which a 14-year-old Ralphie looks forward to his first job and The Old Man looks forward to going fishing, and then there was My Summer Story aka It Runs In The Family (1994) which returns to Ralphie’s childhood for more hijinks with the latest neighborhood bully. However, without the original director and cast (especially the irreplaceable Darren McGavin), neither of the two follow-ups come close to achieving the charm of A Christmas Story. Still, being written by Jean Shepherd, author of the original, both still manage to be okay time killers.

So, because I was aware of the two existing semi-sequels, when I first heard that they were making a direct to DVD “official” sequel to A Christmas Story 2, I didn’t have the immediate reaction of “No! Those fudgeheads are going to crap all over my memories!” that a lot of others had. (Only they didn’t say fudge.) After all, Jean Shepherd may be 13 years gone, but he still has plenty of memoirs that have yet to be put to film, so another sequel could prove to be passable.

But now I’ve seen the trailer. And if the people who made this aren’t crapping all over my memories, they’re at least crapping all over my intelligence.

And maybe they’ve left a bit of a stain on my soul as well. Because while I resisted the urge to use the expletives so many others have upon viewing this travesty, I have to confess that I did succumb to the compulsion to wish just a little bit of harm on the filmmakers. Not a lot, mind you, but some. You know, maybe a lingering rash or an embarrassing case of public flatulence. Something.

And that’s wrong, of course. I have to keep reminding myself that even when people commit an atrocious act like producing this film, they are not my enemy. In fact, I don’t really have that many enemies. As Professor Peter Kreeft writes

Who is our enemy? Not Protestants… they are our “separated brethren.” Not Jews… Not Muslims, who are often more loyal to their half-Christ than we are to our whole Christ… The same is true of the Mormons and the Jehovah’s Witnesses and the Quakers. Our enemies are not “the liberals.”… Whatever is good or bad about political liberalism, it’s neither the cause nor the cure of our present spiritual decay… Our enemies are not anti-Catholic bigots who want to crucify us. They are the ones we’re trying to save… Our enemies are not even the media of the culture of death… They too are victims, patients, though on a rampage against the hospital, poisoning other patients… Our enemies are not heretics within the Church, “cafeteria Catholics,” “Kennedy Catholics,” “I Did It My Way” Catholics. They are also our patients, though they are Quislings. They are the victims of our enemy, not our enemy… Our enemies are not theologians in so-called Catholic theology departments who have sold their souls for thirty pieces of scholarship and prefer the plaudits of their peers to the praise of God… Our enemy is not even the few really bad priests and bishops, candidates for Christ’s Millstone of the Month Award, the modern Pharisees. They too are victims, in need of healing.

Who, then, is our enemy? There are two answers. All the saints and popes throughout the Church’s history have given the same two answers, for these answers come from the Word of God on paper in the New Testament and the Word of God in flesh in Jesus Christ. Yet they are not well known. In fact, the first answer is almost never mentioned today. Not once in my life have I ever heard a homily on it, or a lecture by a Catholic theologian. Our enemies are demons. Fallen angels. Evil spirits. So says Jesus Christ… So says St. Peter, the first pope… So says St. Paul… So said Pope Leo the XIII, who received a vision of the 20th century that history has proved terrifyingly true. He saw Satan, at the beginning of time, allowed one century in which to do his worst work, and he chose the 20th…

The second is even more terrifying than the first. There is one nightmare even more terrible than being chased and caught and tortured by the Devil. That is the nightmare of becoming a devil. The horror outside your soul is terrible enough; how can you bear to face the horror inside your soul? What is the horror inside your soul? Sin. All sin is the Devil’s work, though he usually uses the flesh and the world as his instruments. Sin means inviting the Devil in. And we do it. That’s the only reason why he can do his awful work; God won’t let him do it without our free consent. And that’s why the Church is weak and the world is dying: because we are not saints.

And so, I must ask forgiveness for wishing harm to the makers of Christmas Story 2, even a minor harm like a small bedbug infestation. Because they are not my enemies, but only my fellow flawed human beings.

Their movie, on the other hand, is just a thing. And on that I can freely wish a quick trip to the $5 bin at Walmart, and then a much deserved consignment to the landfills of this great country. And that can’t come soon enough.