So I heard a lot of buzz from fundie circles about how wonderful
Facing the Giants was. and it was AWFUL. Let me summarize for you.
** SPOILERS FOLLOW ** BRIEF COMMENTARY FOLLOWS REVIEW **
MY REVIEW: Coach at a Georgia Christian academy has financial problems, his car doesn't work, he's 0-3 after six straight losing seasons, and worst of all, he's infertile. Then he has an epiphany and decides to dedicate his and his players' lives to the Lord. Did I mention the subplot: the undersized placekicker whose father is in a wheelchair? I was constantly waiting for the next cliche around the bend.
Of course, after a revival/prayer meeting on the practice field, the team has a shocking turnaround and wins 7 straight games. They make the playoffs. Someone anonymously buys Coach a new truck. He somehow finds the dead rat in his house that's been bothering him. He gets a raise. The school gets to the state championship finals against a huge, fast, 4-time state champ, the Giants. They might as well have gone ahead and called them "the Goliaths." Oh, and did I mention that the coach's little wrigglers somehow got well and the wife is with child?
After surrendering a 14-0 lead, the team comes back in dramatic fashion. Down 22-20, the Giants are on the goal line and refuse to kick a game-clinching FG because of their coach's pride. Predictably, there's a turnover for a long gain on 3rd down and only a couple of seconds left, a 55 yard field goal try. GASP! It's up to the pint-sized backup kicker because the 1st teamer had gotten a cheap shot and was out. But he's afraid! The opposing coach tries to ice him, but that only gives time for a) the coach to tell him to put it in God's hands (or in this case, I guess, feet) and b) the pint-sized placekicker's dad to roll himself down to the goalposts, brace himself and actually stand (GASP!), holding his arms up to inspire his son. Naturally, it's good, and God's team wins the state championship. Did I mention that there wasn't a single black player on God's team? Buncha good ole l'il white Christian boys were state champs. They did have a black assistant coach. Straight from Amos 'n' Andy.
Then a two-year flash forward: Coach is playing with his son in the den, and Coach's wife comes into the room, great with another child, and says something hokey, and the camera focuses in on the wall where there's not one, but two championship trophies.
Dreck. Pure gospel of prosperity dreck. Everyone gets everything they want. God never says "no" in this movie. Nothing bad happens to the good people after their conversions. I don't ever recall reading "follow Jesus, and material prosperity will follow you" in the New Testament, but that's the message of the movie.
Well, the Amazon.com reviews of this movie were just full of weepy fundamentalists. This and that person talked about how wonderful and inspiring the movie was and how they just boo-hooed. You know, it's kind of a shame they didn't release this movie this summer, because apparently, this drought we've been having in the Southeast could have been watered with fundamentalist tears.
Ask these people why they don't cry for the actual,
real 650,000 Iraqi lives lost, the children who have no parents, or have been blinded or horribly burnt or lost limbs or all of the above, and the tear ducts dry up in dramatic fashion. You're met with stony silence.
That, in a nutshell, is Christian fundamentalism, and it's why I have complete contempt for them.