Films

I love watching movies. Even moreso, I love going out afterwards and talking about them, if they are the kind that warrant discussion. This afternoon, two dear friends of mine and I saw the Jodie Foster film...don't know the title in English... where she "snaps" after she and her fiance were attacked in Central Park in New York City one night. Essentially, without ruining the film, she takes things into her own hands, and her "second self" emerges.
As Barb, Lari and I sat and talked about it afterwards, we all agreed that it is quite frightening to know that what happened to Jodie Foster's character is a latent potential in all of us. Every one of us could do exactly what she did---that is the true heart of a person---outside of Christ and outside of the grace of God!
The film does not offer any hope. The only hope lies in those who come out of the film and ponder the reality of our fallenness, how we need to care for each other, especially during the really hard times, and the absolute necessity of the Gospel in a broken world that offers no hope. Without God, as this film clearly depicts, the writer of Ecclesiastes is absolutely right: everything is meaningless.