Jason X (2001) Unable to execute immortal serial killer Jason Voorhies, a government agent traps him, and inadvertently herself, in a cryogenic chamber, where they are eventually found by scavengers in the year 2455, who've come to the decimated planet Earth looking for historical artifacts. Once the debt-ridden leader of the expedition realizes whose body they've happened upon, he decides to bring the supposed corpse aboard his spaceship and sell him to a collector. It's Jason, though, so as soon as some members of the crew begin to indulge in a little hanky-panky, the hockey-masked horror quickly thaws out and the carnage begins. However, things have changed while Jason has been on ice, and if he wants to continue his signature slaughter, he might need a few upgrades. Well, it's certainly not art. Still, the change-up in location and the movie's tongue-in-cheek attitude provide for some entertaining moments for those who've stuck with the franchise this long. And, yes, Uber-Jason is admittedly a pretty cool design.
One of the little details that's easy to overlook in Jason X is the fact that apparently, in the future, there is a market for the preserved bodies of the dead. Weird, but that kind of thing sort of exists these days doesn't it, what with museums and educational shows like Bodies: The Exhibition and Body Works? While the Church has no magisterial documents that specifically address mummies or commercial exhibitions of plastinated bodies, it does demand the bodies of the dead be treated with respect and charity. In this light, Fr. Tadeusz Pacholczyk of the National Catholic Bioethics Center believes that museums might pass muster, but that plastinated-body exhibits “straddle the line between enlightening and edgy.” The test of appropriateness for these types of exhibits seems to be whether the deceased gave consent for their bodies to be used for educational purposes and if the displays are respectful rather than exploitative.
Atomic War Bride (1960) With such a title, one might expect (me, I'm the one who expected) a movie about a gal who's exposed to nuclear radiation and grows into a literal Bridezilla. Alas, this is about war breaking out during a young Polish couple's wedding and what happens after the groom is immediately conscripted into the military (talk about for better or worse). So, instead of giant monsters, you get a lot of attempts at anti-war satire of the type that wouldn't be perfected for a few more years with Dr. Strangelove. That's because this movie is too afraid to fully commit to jokes about nuclear war in the way Kubrick did, too often falling back into drama, including a sharp tonal shift into an utterly bleak ending. I don't know, maybe something just gets lost in the English dubbing.
While the exact phrasing "for better, for worse" comes from the Church of England's 1549 Book of Common Prayer, its origins stems from the 11th century Sarum Rite, an Anglo-Saxon variation of the Roman Rite. These days, most everybody uses it. The Church recognizes it as a concrete expression of its doctrine of the indissolubility of a valid, sacramental marriage. The vow is a promise to remain faithful not only when life is pleasant, but especially when it is not, relying on the grace imparted by the sacrament to make such fidelity possible. Like St. John Chrysostom said in his homily to husbands (and by extension wives), "Endure it all for Christ’s sake, as He endured all for us. … Even if it becomes necessary for you to give your life for her, yes, and even to endure and undergo suffering of any kind, do not refuse.”
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