The heart wrenching, but true story of Mary Griffith, now a gay rights crusader, whose teenage son committed suicide due to her religious intolerance. Based on the book of the same title by Leroy Aarons. Stars Sigourney Weaver.
Very painful and personal, this is the story of a mother's struggle to reconcile the tension between her deeply held religious beliefs and the suicide of her gay son. Mary Griffith came from a religious family and raised her four children to believe in God and live a Christian life. Their conservative church was the center of family life for every family member except Mary's husband, Bob. When 17-year-old Bobby confided to older bother Ed that he was gay, the family's life changed. Mary convinced Bobby to pray that God would cure him and to seek solace in church activities. Bobby did it all, but the church's hatred of homosexuality and the obvious pain his gayness was causing his family led him increasingly to loathe himself. Excerpts from a diary he kept, family photos, and letters written by Mary to her dead son make the book intense reading.
In "Prayers for Bobby," Mary Griffith is a devout Christian who raises her children with the teachings of her conservative Christian church. However, when her son Bobby confides to his older brother he may be gay, life changes for the entire family after Mary learns about his secret. While Bobby's father and siblings slowly come to terms with his homosexuality, Mary believes God can cure him of what she considers his 'sin' and persuades Bobby to pray harder and seek solace in church activities in hopes of changing him. Desperate for his mother's approval, Bobby does what is asked of him, but through it all, the church's apparent disapproval of homosexuality causes him to grow increasingly withdrawn and depressed.
Guilty over the pain he is causing Mary, Bobby moves away, yet hopes that some day his mother will accept him. His subsequent depression and self-loathing intensifies as he blames himself for not being the 'perfect' son and is driven to suicide. Faced with their tragedy, Mary begins to question her faith when she receives no answers from her pastor concerning her devastating loss. Through her long and emotional journey, Mary slowly reaches out to the gay community and discovers unexpected support from a very unlikely source.
"Bobby's death was the direct result of his parent's ignorance."
Ted Haggard is in the news again — it seems he has been involved in long term homosexual relationships, and has been abusing his power for sexual favors.
And in an AP interview this month before an appearance in front of TV critics in California, Haggard described his sexuality as complex and something that can't be put into "stereotypical boxes."
BINGO ! Give that man a prize.
It is apparent that Ted Haggard's problem, and that of his fellow blindered evagelicals, is their insistence that there is only ONE tolerable, 'this-is-the-way-it-is-done' box for sexual experience.
And if their imaginary sky god/daddy did exist, I'm sure he would have more important issues than who does what to whom with what part of their anatomy. In the long run, not a very worthwhile preoccupation. . .
'The Overture' is a wonderful Thai movie based on the life of Luang Pradit Pairoh (Sorn Silapabanleng) the most revered traditional Thai music master who lived during the reigns of Kings Rama V to VIII The movie traces the life of Sorn, who picked up the ra-nad ek (Thai xylophone) mallets as a small child and played all his life.
The backdrop to Sorn's life tale is the story of Thailand's classical music from its golden age during the reign of King Rama V to near extinction when the government banned it as uncivilised in the 1930s -- a time when Field Marshall Plaek Pibulsongkram tried to push the Kingdom into the modern era. The film shifts back and forth from the time when Sorn was a young man, playing in a xylophone duel with the intense Kun In, to the 1940s, when Thailand was under Japanese occupation and Sorn's playing would provide some inspiration to the oppressed citizenry of the time
The movie is, ultimately, about traditional Thai classical music and the pride that the Thai people take in their cultural roots.
The Fall is a difficult film to describe — actually, I think it has to be experienced since no description could adequately describe it.
As a child in Slovakia my mother used to 'read' stories to me and my sister at night. And yet the stories that she read were never exactly the same. More often than not they had little relationship to the same story read a few nights before. When questioned she explained that it was all due to 'vypracovanie' which means 'elaboration' - using your imagination as a means of inventing something new and unique. And as children we used our imaginations to give body and substance to the stories we heard. Alexandria in The Fall does the same.
It may be the 1920s. Maybe not. It's Once Upon a Time in an L.A. Hospital, where patients sit around eating oranges and hoping to recover. There are a lot of children in the hospital, the most active of which is Alexandria [Cantinca Untara]. Most of the children are sick or badly injured, but Alexandria only has a broken arm. So, she spends her time wandering around the hospital looking for things to do. One day she meets Roy [Lee Pace], a paralyzed movie stunt man hoping that he will be able to walk again someday. To pass the time, Roy tells Alexandria a wildly ambitious story about the time an Indian, an explosives expert, Charles Darwin, a Mystic, a Slave, and a valiant Bandit went on a grand adventure.
The Fall is a story seen through a child's eyes. What's so special about that? We see plenty of Hollywood movies about stories seen through the eyes of children. Yes, but in those films, the stories follow conventional formulas and predictable rhythms. Good as they may be at times, they feel pre-packaged. The story told in The Fall actually looks like something that has sprung from the mind of a child, full of elaborate impossibilities, logical contradictions, and innocent imagination. The tale is being told by an adult, the weary stuntman Roy. Alexandria hears his words, but the images sometimes take a slightly different shape. For instance, when he tells her about an "Indian" who has a squaw back home, she imagines a man from India wearing a turban. That is how she imagines 'an Indian', the squaw an Indian Princess dripping with jewels, and his wigwam is an elborate Indian Palace.
"Tarsem's "The Fall" is a mad folly, an extravagant visual orgy, a free-fall from reality into uncharted realms. Surely it is one of the wildest indulgences a director has ever granted himself. Tarsem, for two decades a leading director of music videos and TV commercials, spent millions of his own money to finance "The Fall," filmed it for four years in 28 countries and has made a movie that you might want to see for no other reason than because it exists. There will never be another like it."
"Either you are drawn into the world of this movie or you are not. It is preposterous, of course, but I vote with Werner Herzog, who says if we do not find new images, we will perish. Here a line of bowmen shoot hundreds of arrows into the air. So many of them fall into the back of the escaped slave that he falls backward and the weight of his body is supported by them, as on a bed of nails with dozens of foot-long arrows. There is scene of the monkey Wallace chasing a butterfly through impossible architecture."
"At this point in reviews of movies like "The Fall" (not that there are any), I usually announce that I have accomplished my work. I have described what the movie does, how it looks while it is doing it, and what the director has achieved. Well, what has he achieved? "The Fall" is beautiful for its own sake. And there is the sweet charm of the young Romanian actress Catinca Untaru ..... but speaks with the innocence of childhood, working her way through tangles of words. She regards with equal wonder the reality she lives in, and the fantasy she pretends to. It is her imagination that creates the images of Roy's story, and they have a purity and power beyond all calculation. Roy is her perfect storyteller, she is his perfect listener, and together they build a world."
The (in)famous Duggar family of Arkansas announced the birth of their 18th child on the Today Show Monday morning, a girl named Jordyn-Grace Makiya. The family is the subject of a reality show on TLC, "17 Kids and Counting", which will obviously have to be re-named. We're thinking 18 is Way, Way, Way More than Enough. .....If you do the math, that's just over 1 child a year for 20 years.
Some years back Monty Python wrote a song about Roman Catholic breeders, but it would probably do equally well for this family of Fundamentalist Christians as well.
Every Sperm is Sacred
There are Jews in the world. There are Buddhists. There are Hindus and Mormons, and then There are those that follow Mohammed, But, I've never been one of them.
I'm a Roman Catholic, And have been since before I was born, And the one thing they say about Catholics is They'll take you as soon as you're warm.
You don't have to be a six-footer. You don't have to have a great brain. You don't have to have any clothes on. You're a Catholic the moment Dad came, Because...
Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
Children: Every sperm is sacred, Every sperm is great, If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
Little Girl: Let the heathens spill theirs, On the dusty ground. God shall make them pay for Each sperm that can't be found.
Children: Every sperm is wanted. Every sperm is good. Every sperm is needed In your neighbourhood. . . . .
"Frankly, if I were Michael Mumma, I’d be going nuts right now. The NASA scientist and his colleagues have either found evidence of life on Mars, or are getting fooled by some weird geochemistry.
The researchers today today are reporting that in 2003 and 2006, they recorded plumes of methane rising from the surface of the Red Planet. Working back from their measurements of methane in the air, the researchers pinpointed some particular spots on Mars where the methane came from. And it’s a lot of methane they’re talking about–19,000 metric tons of the stuff in one plume. It’s coming out of Mars at the same rate seen at methane-producing spots on Earth.
Those places on Earth happen to be places where microbes are churning the gas out. There might be other ways of getting plumes of methane into the air–generating it from magma, for example. But in a paper published today by Science, Mumma and his colleagues point to the possibility that microbes buried a mile or two under the surface of Mars might be responsible. . . . "