Hercules and the Captive Women (1961) As seems to be his modus operandi in a lot of these flicks, Hercules is drugged and kidnapped, this time by his good pal Androcles, who needs Herc's help to save Thebes from bad weather. Put on a slave ship with his son Hylas and his sidekick Timoteo the dwarf, Hercules handles the situation the way he usually does, laying around doing nothing. Events soon force the dazed demigod into action, however. First, he must save a captive woman from the shape-shifting Proteus (a guy in a lizard costume). Then he must travel to Atlantis to save a bunch of captive women and men from a cult who worships the power of Uranus. I'm not above chuckling at that sentence, which is good, because a lack of seriousness is the best way to approach these silly old sword and sandal movies. This one, featuring Reg park's first outing as the musclebound one, is sillier than most.
When Christianity first kicked off, the Romans often persecuted believers for refusing to honor the Roman gods. However, after the Edict of Milan, Christianity became the realm's legal religion and the tables turned somewhat. Public sacrifices to the Roman pantheon were banned, temples were closed or converted to Christian use, and their festivals were suppressed. Now, Uranus (or Caelus as the Roman's called him) wasn't missed too much as he had no real cult of his own. Still, he did come under ridicule due to the well-known myth of his castration by his son Cronus (Saturn). Apologists like Lactantius used this story as proof that the Roman myths (and therefore the Greek ones before them) were based on tales of ancient humans, not divine beings. After all, if these figures had truly been gods, then such acts as castration would be an impossibility. And if the stories had human origins, then the cults that grew up around the false gods were grounded in error and deception.
Perfect Victims (1988) After contracting AIDS from a prostitute, a mentally disturbed man goes completely over the edge and blames all women for his inevitable demise. To ensure he takes as many hated hussies with him before he goes, the psycho puts on a very Michael Myers-like mask and begins to stalk and assault women so he can infect them with HIV. When it becomes apparent he has set his sights on two models who have just moved to the big city, their agent and the police desperately try to protect them. This is the kind of weird variation on the genre that '80s slasher completists run across now and then, but unfortunately this one is too mean spirited, and the killer just a bit too misogynistic, to fully enjoy. Who knows, maybe that's the point of the movie given the subject matter, but slasher fans watch these things for some gross grand guignol fun, not to actually feel gross.
Back in the early '80s when AIDS was still considered just a disease for gay people and junkies, and nobody wanted to get too near anyone with it, Catholic institutions became major providers of care for the inflicted through hospices, clinics, home care, orphanages, and pastoral ministries. This may be shocking to some considering the Church's stance on homosexual actions and drug use, but the Church sees no conflict between compassionate care and doctrinal consistency. In fact, around the time Perfect Victims came out, the U.S. bishops issued two documents entitled The Many Faces of AIDS (1987) and Called to Compassion and Responsibility (1989) which insisted on loving care for the ill, the release of accurate information about the disease, and the rejection of discrimination, but also reiterated the Church's clear moral teaching on sexuality. You know, the same kind of thing Jesus used to do.
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