
There's nothing worse than sitting on a hard-as-a-rock seat in a sticky, dusty old theatre and watching JimCarrey be
Born Again.If this was simply a vehicle for Jim Carrey to jump on the Spiritual Bandwagon, why did he choose something just this side of
Left Behind?This plot had more wide-open holes than a Texas prison. First, Yahweh gives Bruce "all" his powers for a week. Then it turns out he only gave him dominion over Buffalo. Somehow he manages to drown a city full of Japanese children. You'd think God would pat his son on the back for taking after the Old Man. Or perhaps "God" is not who we think He is. Perhaps this is some new protestant Hollywood sect for Madonna to abandon her sacred Kabbalistic Roman Catholic faith for, and God has the power equivalent of a cross between Uri Geller and Harry Potter. After all, we're supposed to pity God for all the hard, hard work He must endure.
My favorite message of the movie is its wrist-slapping of the uncontent, Easter-and-Christmas christian. Don't be mad at God for not letting you win the lottery. Don't be mad at God because your perfectly well-trained dog pees on your couch. He's too busy mopping some linoleum floor in a janitor's costume.
Where does that image come from? Flash forward to Bruce's selfish, human, non-enlightened (such as one who
actually possesses God's powers would be) use of magic. It causes havoc on the streets (yawn, Sodom and Gomorrah) and evil selfishness among the haves (yawn, the golden calf; Babylon). These are messes that must be cleaned up. Which begs the question: since these kinds of tragedies are happening
every day, assuming God isn't endowing His omnipotence on a different schlub every week, then
God is using His power selfishly and causing these very problems!Every movie must have a redemption or enlightenment scene, of course. Both of these come to Jim Carrey as he kneels, sobbing, in the street, a la
Jack Chick, and wails, "I SURRENDER LORD! I WANT YOU TO DECIDE WHAT'S BEST FOR MY LIFE1" and he's promptly killed.
I don't want to see this man Pray To The Lord. I thought maybe that christians would love it, until I saw a christian review. They were concerned by the gratuitous premarital sex and liberal use of the word "fuck." So who the fuck is this movie supposed to be FOR, anyway?
I think I've got it: unthinking, Easter-and-Christmas Christians, male, between the ages of 14 and 26. No. I'm wrong.
As I was leaving the theatre, I heard a young teenaged boy loudly exclaim, "that was really gay."
I salute you, Voice of a Generation.