The Ecclesia Eclectic
Excerpt of a Noah Review

This Noah review fascinated me. It seems no matter how far a person has gone from what they believe as a child the Bible stays with them. It’s the same thing I saw with Roger Ebert. A man who lost faith and a belief in God but still called himself a Catholic and sprinkled his reviews with spirituality.

"If I had to compare “Noah” to any previous Biblical movies, I’d go with Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of the Christ” and Martin Scorsese’s “The Last Temptation of Christ,” not because the stories are similar (obviously they aren’t; Old Testament vs. New) but because, even when you’re confused or disgusted or bored, you still feel the director’s mad passion radiating from the screen. Aronofsky has made a major, perhaps catastrophic tactical error, in that we can always feel his obsessive certainty but we can’t quite translate it into our own terms, as we should be able to do with any fable or cautionary tale that’s meant to illuminate or instruct. What’s onscreen often feels more like a visual transcript of one man’s fantasy or nightmare, with all the baffling or nonsensical juxtapositions of this and that and the other thing left intact, exactly as Aronofsky’s sleeping mind first encountered them.

The net effect reminded me of one of my favorite passages from the New Testament, 1 Corinthians 14.4: “Anyone who speaks in a tongue edifies themselves, but the one who prophesies edifies the congregation.” Aronofsky is speaking in tongues here, edifying himself but not the congregation. But it’s not every day that you get to see a major American filmmaker speak in tongues, babbling to a theater full of strangers about the astonishing dream he had, a dream that he’s sure is important, even though he can’t explain precisely why. You don’t see movies like this everyday. You don’t see movies like this ever. That’s not nothing.

It was one in the morning, a wind had risen and something curious too had happened; as if everyone in the city, simultaneously, had become sick of news of any kind; for thousands of newspaper pages blew through the small park on the way crosstown, blundered like pale bats against the trees, tangled themselves around the feet of Rooney and Rachel, and of a bum sleeping across the way. Millions of unread and useless words had come to a kind of life in Sheridan Square; while the two on the bench wove cross-talk of their own, oblivious, among them.
Thomas Pynchon, V

jaylanun:

jaylanun:

You better iron your clothes before you go to church

Because He must increase and you must de-crease

People think that if you love somebody hard enough then everything is just gonna work out. People are wrong.
(via naoomz)
givemeinternet:

Blood Moon gif stabilized and slowed.

givemeinternet:

Blood Moon gif stabilized and slowed.

I think I’m a little emotional right now. This made me tear up.

I think I’m a little emotional right now. This made me tear up.

Even a stopped clock is right, two times of the day.

Even a stopped clock is right, two times of the day.

Must I? They say hell is repetition and I’m so tired of it all.

Must I? They say hell is repetition and I’m so tired of it all.

sekahyyh:

cardsofclow:

decencybedamned:

HELLO FANFIC AUTHORS IT’S TIME FOR A VOCAB LESSON

  • wantonsexually immodest or promiscuous
  • wontona type of dumpling commonly found in Chinese cuisines

YOUR CHARACTERS SHOULD NOT BE MOANING LIKE A CHINESE DUMPLING OKAY THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT

either way, things are sure gonna get

steamy

GET OUT

psalmthirtysevenfour:

Sometimes I have such a hard time with the fact that I don’t know how to interact with new people very well.
I’ve come a long ways since high school, but it makes it so hard to find friends.
I’m the weird one in the back that doesn’t talk normally.
I come off as uppity and rude and I don’t mean to. I’m just incredibly nervous around new people.
It makes it even worse when they are important people and I can’t bother to let out one word!