Christianity and cinema have had one hell of a rocky relationship. Things start nicely enough as Hollywood makes the effort for a few first dates, producing some inoffensive biblical epics. Things start to fall apart when it comes to taking things a step further. Rather than Hollywood softly suggesting that they might have a few slight sexual quirks, Mel Gibson turns up in the bedroom one night wearing a full PVC body suit, ball gagged and tied to a cross with a cat o' nine tails between his buttocks.
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Showing posts with label The Devils. Show all posts
Sunday, 11 May 2014
We Are What We Are
Christianity and cinema have had one hell of a rocky relationship. Things start nicely enough as Hollywood makes the effort for a few first dates, producing some inoffensive biblical epics. Things start to fall apart when it comes to taking things a step further. Rather than Hollywood softly suggesting that they might have a few slight sexual quirks, Mel Gibson turns up in the bedroom one night wearing a full PVC body suit, ball gagged and tied to a cross with a cat o' nine tails between his buttocks.
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Atheism,
Christianity,
Cinema,
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criticism,
Horror,
Kevin Smith,
Michael Parks,
Red State,
Reviews,
Somos lo que hay,
The Devils,
The Exorcist,
The Sacrament,
We Are What We Are,
Westboro Baptist
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