I keep thinking people are OVER talking about this Jesus movie that came out two weeks ago. Who cares, right? Like we don't know how it's going to end? (Except for when the audience members die ... now that's a twist on the old tale!) But last night I was glad they weren't, because scottcrawford's alternate endings made me laugh. Yesterday was also when our local S&M sex columnist wrote a hysterical column on "Why 'The Passion' Doesn't Work as an SM Scene," including such hot one-liners as "This isn't like watching a BDSM scene, it's like watching Jerusalem Chainsaw Massacre," and "I'd have been more inclined to believe in a casual "Yeah, yeah, time to make the doughnuts" attitude from the soldiers instead of how Mel portrays them." They're both well worth reading.
However, I think I will continue to pass on Mel's Jesus flick and instead make "Owen Wilson's Excellent 70's Adventure" my next outing to the big screen. (But crap! How did I miss "The Red Trousers"? I love Hong Kong action flicks!)