| This may seem like an oblique way in which to approach Mel Gibson's ghastly movie The Passion. But it came back to me this week that an associate of his had once told me, in lacerating detail, that an evening with Mel was one long fiesta of boring but graphic jokes about anal sex. I've since had that confirmed by other sources. And, long before he emerged as the spear-carrier for the sort of Catholicism once preached by Gen. Franco and the persecutors of Dreyfus, Mel Gibson attained a brief notoriety for his loud and crude attacks on gays. Now he's become the proud producer of a movie that relies for its effect almost entirely on sadomasochistic male narcissism. The culture of blackshirt and brownshirt pseudomasculinity, as has often been pointed out, depended on some keen shared interests. Among them were massively repressed homoerotic fantasies, a camp interest in military uniforms, an obsession with flogging and a hatred of silky and effeminate Jews. Well, I mean to say, have you seen Mel's movie? |
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And, actually Orcinus has a lengthy, but typically Orcinus-thoughtful review.
I have no intention of seeing this film. First of all, I am not an action film afficionado. Secondly, I am not a Mel Gibson fan. Thirdly, I am not a lone-hero-deserves-vengeance plot fan. And fourthly, I am definitely not into pain and gore. So, I don't think this is a movie for me.
Okay. That's all for Mel with the overdose of testosterone Mad Jesus Max Gibson.
I have the horrible feeling that my niece is going to take her 7-year-old daughter to this movie and swear that the kid wanted to see it twice. I am just too creeped out by these rabid blood-lusting "Christians".
As if we don't have enough blood and fanaticism to sate the globe as it is right now.
....but hey, do what you want....you will anyway.
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