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DATELINE: TEXAS - We begin with a story of geeks gone wild in which a thirteen year boy stole his father’s credit card, went on a $30,000 shopping spree with some friends, and ended up in a hotel room with two hookers… whom he had hired to play Halo with. Choosing the most ridiculous aspect of this story is tough, but we here at the Newsreel have to go with the excuse given by the two prostitutes who claimed they would never stoop so low as to accompany children to a hotel room, but were assured that the boys were actually midgets traveling with the carnival so everything was hunky-dory. The (ahem) ladies only became suspicious when their customers broke out an X-Box rather than take advantage of the services on offer. Gentle readers, we here at the Newsreel desperately wanted to call BS on this story, but alas, it appears to be factual to some extent. And catechetically it’s a veritable goldmine. Where do we start digging? Do we discuss the paragraphs on the duties of children? (2214-2220) The duties of parents? (2221-2231) How about prostitution? (2355) Let’s just go with paragraph 1746 which begins with “Imputability and responsibility for an action can be diminished or even nullified by ignorance…” Lucky for everyone involved here wouldn’t you say?
DATELINE: MASSACHUSETTS - Speaking of bad children, perhaps you remember the legend of Lizzie Borden, the young lady who allegedly took an axe and whacked her father and stepmother to death on August 4, 1892. If not, the first part of this feature does a nice job recapping the events. The second part of the story is what holds our interest this week, however, as the old Borden home is currently open for business as The Lizzie Borden Bed & Breakfast. And doing quite well it seems as the waiting list for those who want to stay in the same room in which Abby Durfee Borden met her bloody fate is over a year long. As odd as it seems, murder sites often prove to be popular tourist attractions with even the most obscure ones bringing in the dough. Before it was converted to use as a condominium, Room 132A of the Winfield Apartments in Scottsdale, Arizona was voted the city’s best unknown tourist attraction. Its claim to fame: Bob Crane of Hogan’s Heroes was found bludgeoned to death with his own camera tripod there. There are obviously numerous reasons why such places are popular, but Pope John Paul II gives us a good starting point for considering the philosophical side of the issue. Writing as Cardinal Wojtyla at the time, he speculates that “Good is something ordinary and natural because it conforms to the nature of the human being and the world; evil on the other hand, is always baffling because it conflicts with this nature. Perhaps this also explains why in literature and moral instruction more attention is paid to evil than to good.”
DATELINE: COSTA RICA - And finally, here’s a monkey invading someone’s hotel room and stealing their toothpaste. I hope room service changed the sheets before the guests turned in. There’s nothing involving horrible children or religion in this video that we know of; we just wanted to see a monkey run loose in a hotel. Everybody loves monkeys.
And with that, it’s time to check out until next time. As is our custom here at the Newsreel, we sign off with the words of the great Les Nessman, “Good evening, and may the good news be yours.”
Here’s a bizarre little Fleischer classic from 1936 in which a pair of newly-wed flies check into The Cobweb Hotel, but may not be able to check out come morning if they're not careful.
You might remember that way back in our review of Blood of Heroes we mentioned how the Catechism doesn't have too high an opinion of intentionally or unnecessarily injuring one's own body. “Life and physical health are precious gifts entrusted to us by God." it says, "We must take reasonable care of them, taking into account the needs of others and the common good.” Well, maybe I''m being too hard on these two post-nuptial nitwits, but if you happen to be a fly, and you purposely check into a hotel run by a spider five times your size, aren't you just begging for a little bodily injury? (The last time I checked, being masticated on wasn't a walk in the park.) It's a small stretch, but this would seem to me to fall into the category of placing oneself in the Occasion of Sin, an external circumstance which entices you to do wrong.
The Modern Catholic Dictionary reminds us that if the danger of the Occasion "is certain and probable (Big freakin' spider is going to eat you!), the occasion is proximate; if the danger is slight, the occasion becomes remote. It is voluntary if it can easily be avoided. (You don't have to sign the register, schmuck.) There is no obligation to avoid a remote occasion unless there is probable danger of its becoming proximate. There is a positive obligation to avoid a voluntary proximate occasion of sin even though the occasion of evildoing is due only to human weakness." Look, guys, I wanted my honeymoon to start as quick as the next guy, but if the first hotel I passed had a sign out front which said Bates Motel, I think I could have managed to do the right thing and wait for the next one.
Nick Alexander stopped by to recommend we visit a little out of the way spot he discovered while cruising late night television. Heck, he even went and recorded his fourth album so we’d have something to listen to on the way there. So without further ado, let’s pack our bags and take a trip to check out this little gem from the same director who gave us 1997’s Mother Teresa: In the Name of God's Poor and 1999’s Mary, Mother of God. (You can’t make this stuff up, folks.) That’s right, it’s the 1980 cult classic, Motel Hell.
A quick warning on the trailer, there’s a heavy dose of implied violence, so the squeamish may want to give it a pass. And if you have swinophobia, for Heaven’s sake, go back before it’s too late!
So I completely forgot about the all consuming back-to-school weekend and now I’m behind in my blogging… again. I’ll get up and running again tonight while my wife watches Olympic gymnastics. But to help buy another day or two to complete the next review, and in honor of all the athletes competing in the name of the United States over in Beijing, here’s a short clip from the documentary Screaming Men featuring Mieskuoro Huutajat, the Finnish screaming men’s choir, belting out their rendition of the Star Spangled Banner.
Okay, maybe it’s an odd choice for a tribute to the Olympians as there’s obviously some attempt at subversive political commentary going on here. It’s not really enough to get offended over,though, as Mieskuoro Huutajat hardly singles out the U. S. for satire. Their concert set list normally consists of screamed versions of traditional poems, old children’s songs and national anthems from countries all around the globe. And in the end, the jab at American jingoism falls a little flat when considered in that global context. Why? Well, it was actually the enlightened French and Finnish governments who gave Mieskuoro Huutajat tons of grief over the singing of their anthems while the Icelandic government flat out forbade their anthem from being sang in any altered form on Icelandic soil. Here in the States, however, Mieskuoro Huutajat are free to make fun of us just about any old way they see fit. I kind of appreciate that.
And let’s be honest here, we Americans are kind of gung-ho. I’ll admit that after decades of watching every over-the-top sports movie from Rollerball to The Blood of Heroes, the testosterone drenched ugly American in me really likes the cinematic image of hundreds of American athletes marching into a stadium in a Right Stuff slo-mo style while this performance blares on the soundtrack. Sorry Finnish screaming men's choir, probably not the reaction you wanted, but it’s true. Just my innate patriotic side kicking in, I suppose.
You know, the Catechism is okay with patriotism, noting that “the love and service of one's country follow from the duty of gratitude and belong to the order of charity.” In fact both St. Thomas Aquinas in the Summa and Pope Leo XIII in the Encyclical Sapientiae Christianae go so far as to imply that a patriotic love of country is a moral obligation based on natural law. Fr. Stephen A. Brown, S. J. is quick to remind us, however, that the "country" towards which the love of patriots is directed consists of three elements. “We love our country” he says, “because it is the land of our birth, because it is the land of our forefathers, and because it will be the land of those who shall come after us, perhaps of our sons and daughters.” With that understanding, it’s then easy to see that the “country” which a patriot loves is a distinctly separate notion from the political collectives of states, nations, and societies. Or simply put, governments aren’t the country. You can be genuinely devoted to the “country” while abhorring the condition of the “state” which occupies it.
And the reason that distinction is so important from a Christian perspective is that, like so many other things, true patriotism can teach us something about our relationship with God and his Church. As Pope Leo XIII noted, "If the natural law bids us give the best of our affection and of our devotedness to our native land so that the good citizen does not hesitate to brave death for his country, much more is it the duty of Christians to be similarly affected to the Church." We may gripe and grumble over those in charge, but when all is said and done, they will pass and the Church itself will abide, if for no other reason than Christ said it would. It is the Church which is the Christian’s native country, the land of his spiritual birth, the place which his heart calls him home too. Maybe there’s a better word for it, but we SHOULD feel a natural “patriotism” towards the Church.
Well, that wasn’t really that short of a short feature was it? But at least now I can comfortably sit in my chair and chant USA, USA, USA after Phelps cleans house tonight. It’s just a natural reflection of my spiritual state after all. Right?
Oh, just go watch the Finns scream some more; they’re funny.
I haven’t done one of these Now Showing posts for awhile because with the advent of sites like Catholic Media Review, Good News Film Reviews, and Love2learn at the Movies, who needs me telling them where to find movie reviews? But I have to admit, as much as I appreciate those blogs, it’s rare that they venture near the same shelves of the video store which I frequent.
Fortunately, I can always count on the crew over at The Sci-Fi Catholic and their neverending love for all schlock Asian to provide me with a fix. Thanks to their recommendations I’m fairly certain The Buddhist Fist and Yo-Yo Girl Cop will be finding their way onto my Netflix queue.
Meanwhile, back here in the states, TheoFantastique takes a trip down memory lane and revisits one of my favorite horror movies from the 80’s, the excellent and inexplicably overlooked Dead & Buried. I could rave at lengths on this movie, but John Morehead does it so well I don’t have to.
I often bemoan the fact that studios so rarely produce a quality horror movie like Dead & Buried. And apparently I’m not alone. A recent article by Stephen King got David W. Congdon at The Fire and The Rose wondering why Hollywood can’t scare. I may just steal, er… I mean echo, some of his insights somewhere down the road.
But just because Hollywood can’t scare us onscreen doesn’t mean they can’t do so in real life. For example, take this quick clip of actor Stephen Baldwin introducing his upcoming Left Behind style comic The Remnant at this year’s Comic Con.
You’re making my job hard, Stephen. Cut it out. But I suppose I should probably be more charitable. After all, if Fr. Erik Richtsteig over at Orthometer can forgive John Voigt for fathering Angelina Jolie, then who am I to hold a little Pre-millennial Dispensationalist fervor against Mr. Baldwin?
Okay, it’s getting weird now. Best to end this one here. See you next time.