Edge of Sanity (1989) Little Henry Jekyll receives a severe beating after spying on his father having a rendezvous with a prostitute. This leads the lad to develop sadomasochistic tendencies which he keeps repressed until, as an adult, he accidentally ingests too much of a new anesthetic he's concocted from ether and cocaine. How could such a mix of ingredients possibly go wrong? Anyway, now when night falls, Henry hits his bong and prowls the back alleys of London as Jack "the Ripper" Hyde, doing horrible things to working girls and generally indulging in every desire he's kept bottled up for most of his life. Eventually, Henry's wife begins to suspect something might be going on. This is a prime example of a mesmerizing performance trapped within an otherwise not-so-great trashy movie. Just goes to show, if you want crazy, it's hard to go wrong with Anthony Perkins.
In the years before Robert Louis Stevenson wrote Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he was an avowed atheist, having rejected the religion of his youth. However, as often happens when a little age and experience settle in, those sentiments didn't last. Writing to his father in 1878, he exclaimed, "Christianity is among other things, a very wise, noble and strange doctrine of life ... You see, I speak of it as a doctrine of life, and as a wisdom for this world ... I have a good heart, and believe in myself and my fellow-men and the God who made us all ... There is a fine text in the Bible, I don't know where, to the effect that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord. Strange as it may seem to you, everything has been, in one way or the other, bringing me nearer to what I think you would like me to be. 'Tis a strange world, indeed, but there is a manifest God for those who care to look for him."
Cat's Eye (1985) A big orange cat named General meanders through two Stephen King tales on his way to save a little girl from a breath-stealing gnome that lives inside her bedroom wall. One story involves a man who has had an affair with a gangster's wife being forced by the enraged cuckold to walk along the narrow ledge of an Atlantic City high-rise. If he makes it all the way around, he can go free. If not, splat. Mobsters play a part in the other story as well, only this time they run a clinic with a 100% success rate in helping people quit smoking. The catch is that if you deviate from their plan and try to sneak a few drags, the escalating consequences for each offense include electro-shock, sexual assault, and death. Cancer-stick addict Dick Morrison doesn't believe these threats… at first. Director Lewis Teague keeps the proceedings much lighter in tone than his previous King adaptation Cujo (who gets a brief cameo), resulting in an enjoyable and fondly remembered horror romp.
The Catechism reminds us that "the virtue of temperance disposes us to avoid every kind of excess: the abuse of food, alcohol, tobacco, or medicine." So, it's the abuse of tobacco that's a sin, not its moderate use. That's likely good news to all those Catholic apologists out there who like to end their day with a sniffer of bourbon and a cigar. However, there are other Church teachings to consider, such as the one against forming addictions that enslave the will or waste resources/time that should be directed toward higher goods, as well as the one against doing things that run a high risk of causing grave harm to one's health. With the increasing medical evidence regarding the severe health and addiction risks of cigarettes, some Catholics have begun to see even their moderate use as imprudent. That's why Pope St. John Paul II banned smoking inside Vatican City and Pope Francis banned the sale of cigarettes within its walls.
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