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Monday, November 20, 2006

Rocky Balboa died for your sins

In my life as a unpaid analyst of cinema (pronounced snottily like seeeenima), I find myself noticing all kinds of Christian imagery, metaphor and symbol in the movies -- often to the irritation of friends and family.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, they say. Case in point, the studios' new post-Pa$$ion of the Chri$t marketing m.o. is to find Jesus on every overpass wall; and if He's not there, to spray paint Him there.

You've obviously missed the deep christological meaning of the Rocky movies.

Easy starlet accidentally gets it right

Scarlett Johansson, in her devastating slam (is there a more pompous word to describe the vapid opinions of celebrities?) of President Bush, said:

Every woman would have six children and we wouldn't be able to have abortions.

Hell, yeah!

Monday, November 13, 2006

Oh no.

I did a bad thing to myself. I got the country song "Elvira" in my head this morning, and I can't get it out. And now it's in your head. Sorry! Help me before I kill again! Remember that infernal doo wop, da doo wop, da mau mau part? Someone should call the intelligence interviewers at Guantanamo about this.

Oh, yeah. We're not allowed to use torture.

I've getting more than the usual number of bizarre random thoughts. Maybe it's part of the grieving process to allow one's black humor to seep back in.

I sure miss Naomi.