Posted on 05/20/2005 7:07:23 PM PDT by Rummyfan
KINGDOM OF HEAVEN
Lets say you were setting out to make a parody of contemporary Hollywoods inability to make a film on any historical subject except through the prism of its own droning self-congratulatory predictable pieties, and lets say youd picked as the topic for this parody the Crusades you remember, long wars back in the day, Muslims vs Christians. What would this parody look like?
Well, for a start, this Crusade wouldnt be between Muslims and Christians, it would be between the fanatics on both sides and enlightened progressive types who just want to live together celebrating their multicultural diversity. When I say fanatics on both sides, whoa, dont worry: showing the fanatics on the Muslim side might be injurious to ones long-term health and theres no Oscar for Best Fatwa. So in practice wed focus on the fanatics on the Christian side rich white racists, sort of like early Bush voters and the hero opposing them would be a maverick Crusader, a brave secular progressive with the cojones to stand up to them. Sort of like Sir Ridley Scott, but younger and better backlit, though just as mystifyingly knighted. Hed have a beard, though not too full a beard, but not too neat and groomed and effete either. In fact, wed spend quite a bit of money grooming it into its ungroomed look.
He has to be a knight, of course, otherwise he wouldnt get access to the posh totty wandering round the mediaeval banqueting suites or get to object when the by-the-book Crusaders propose slaughtering all the Muslims. But hes not really cool with the whole knight club scene. His place is with the people. Wherever he goes, the extras love him. On his own land, he pitches in to help dig the irrigation channels, working side by side with minimum-wage non-speaking members of both Christian Equity and Islamic Equity. And, if it werent for the fact that hes the only commander on the Christian side who isnt an incompetent boob, hed gladly go back to his old job of...hmm, lets see: boyband lead singer? London motorcycle courier? Demi Moores new beau? Second-year Gwent Polytechnic sociology student? No, Ive got it. Well make him a blacksmith. Young, gifted and blacksmith, thats our boy off to the Holy Land to clean out the Augean stables. Mr Blacksmith Goes to Jerusalem.
How about the girl? Im sorry, I mean of course strong independent woman. Shes the peoples princess, kohl-rimmed eyes and all. She looks as babelicious as the hero, but with less facial hair. She thinks nothing of riding out into the desert, dropping her veil and shagging like a minx.
Oh, and who do we get for Saladin? We need someone cool, measured, wise not like these religious-right moral-majority nuts on the Christian side. Someone tall, dark and handsome. Hey, how about Osama bin Laden? Oh, okay, if weve been faxing the cave for two months and he still wont play ball, lets make do with Ghassan Massoud, whos a close enough Osama bin Ladalike, at least in the long shots.
And, while were at it, for the full supporting knights get some of those high-toned Brit types Sir Jeremy Irons, Sir David Thewlis, Sir Liam Neeson, Sir Laurence Olivier, Sir John Gielgud, Sir Norman Wisdom (check availability) but just give em a couple of lines every 20 minutes or so, in between battle scenes. They can say things like I put no stock in religion in a worldly drawl.
Thus does Sir Ridley Scotts Kingdom of Heaven proceed, from one birdbrained ahistorical cliché to another, until at last Balian of Ibelin (the impeccably dishevelled Orlando Bloom) comes face to face with Saladin and threatens to destroy Jerusalems holy sites, all of them, mosque and sepulchre alike Your holy places, ours, everything that drives men mad. Hold that thought, because certainly nobody held it in 1187 and in the false tinkle of that line you hear everything thats wrong with this movie. I doubt you could have found one bloke on either side whod utter such a formulation in its smug assumptions about organised religion, its a Hollywood dinner-party thought. Likewise, I put no stock in religion. Eight centuries ago, religion wasnt something you had the option of putting stock in. It was what you were, Christian or Muslim, believer or infidel. Scott has Jeremy Irons shrug it off as if he were saying, Im not really into movies.
The problem with Kingdom of Heaven is not that its hostile to Christianity or sympathetic to Islam but that it has such little feeling for either faith, save as a pretext for war and killing and driving men mad. Whats really mad is that this film made it to general release without anybody in the process saying, Er, Ridley, I think youre missing the point here. And, without religion, whats left? A boring story punctuated by expensively dull carnage. If Jeremy Irons puts no stock in religion, Ridley Scotts mistake is to put no religion in his stock footage.
Its a odd historical piece...without alot of truth. It's rentable...but in terms of people going out to buy it...its just not worth it. I will guess that they at least make their investment back...but in terms of real profit...this is a zero.
IMO, I don't think it's a historical peice at all.
It's more like a period drama, since they threw out all the history that means anything in favor of making their idiotic atheistic statement.
*snort*
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*LOL AGAIN*
Bump!
Reminds me of a Shakespeare play I saw when I first got to the Bay area, put on by local community college students. Although the dialog was faithful to the word, I couldn't help but hearing, "Perchance, dude, I can catch some Z's and snag a dream or two."
I put no stock in religion. Eight centuries ago,Eight centuries ago, people didn't put stock in religion, they put stock in god. Religion wasn't a category --- like on a directory of a mall, where the shoe stores are grouped together, and the restaurants --- but what people were. Everyone was "religious". God was an underlying assumption of life that virtually everyone accepted, the best, the worst, and the vast middle. For the hollyweirds to miss the point of history so completely...well, that's what hollyweirds do... miss the point.
"Perchance, dude, I can catch some Z's and snag a dream or two."
LOL, reminds me of Keanu Reeves in Dracula. In my ears his soliloquy sounded like "I know that I am doomed, but still, it has been a most excellent Transylvanian adventure."
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