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RIP: Mel Gibson's Career: 1976 - 2010

By Dustin Rowles | Posted Under Film Reviews | Comments (58)



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Publisher’s Note: Originally published in March 2007, I’m bringing back the real-time review of The Passion of the Christ in honor of the final nail in Mel Gibson’s career. I hope they jab it through that racist fuck’s arms.

00:00: The one thing I do know about The Passion of Christ, besides how it ends, is that it’s long. And in Aramaic, Latin, and Hebrew. So, er … kick up your feet and grab a soda. I wouldn’t recommend popcorn, though; that’s blasphemous.

02:39: I’m also going to have to admit my complete ignorance of the Bible. The extent of my knowledge is memorizing all the chapters, for which I was awarded $5 in grade school. But, John, Peter, et al., are gathered around a tree right now and already referring to Jesus as “Lord.” I thought that didn’t come until after he returned from the dead. No? See? I am an idiot.

02:56: Jesus looks like he’s seen better days. He’s stumbling around like he just woke up after a raging kegger at the Sigma Nu house. Elsewhere, some men in Viking costumes just tossed some coins to another bearded guy in a cathedral of some sort.

05:15: Jesus is asking Dad to rise up and defend him. Save him from traps. If Jesus’ Dad were Dennis Quaid, they could talk to each other through time on shortwave radios. And, really, I can already tell you that this is what The Passion is missing.

06:36: Creepy pale guy is telling Jesus to give it up. No one wants their souls saved. Creepy pale guy has a worm in his nose. And then he lets loose a snake. Oh! Creepy pale guy is Satan, right? I’m lost without the horns.

08:46: Jesus stomps on Satan’s snake (no, that’s not a double entendre). It’s his way of saying, “Get bent, devil man.”

10:00: The Viking-looking fellas arrive with the guy who took the coins. They are looking for Jesus of Nazareth. Ah ha! The guy who accepted the coins is Judas, who just sold out Jesus for a few shekels. I bet that bites him in the ass.

11:24: OK, I had to look it up, but the Viking-looking fellas are actually Romans. And the Romans just cut Peter in the face. Jesus is like: “Leave my buddies alone, y’all. I’ll go peacefully.” They chain him up and whip him. I liked John Turturro’s version of The Jesus better.

15:00: The Romans are getting a big kick out of beating the crap out of Jesus. They dangle him off a brick wall and pull him back up by the chains. Uncool. Clearly, they have not been instructed as to how to manhandle the Son of God.

18:30: Some woman is begging the Roman authorities to release Jesus (I think this woman is Mary Magdalene). The Romans are doing that thing with their finger near their ear, which is the international sign for loco.

23:40: The high priest is patronizing Jesus: “Where is this Kingdom of yours?” Jesus won’t take the bait. The Romans think he’s a blasphemer. That he cures the sick with the help of devils. Lay off, folks: He just stomped on the devil’s snake.

25:50: Now, they are spitting at him. Aw, crap. Here we go. They’re mocking him as “The King of Jews.” It’s going to be two hours of torture, isn’t it? Damn it. If I wanted to see a torture flick, I’d watch Saw again.

27:49: Jesus admits he’s the Son of God. The crowd is restless. The high priest is, like, “Death to the Blasphemer.” It’s already getting difficult to write irreverently about this. I can feel the sting of my own eternal hellfire.

30:00: Peter denies any knowledge of Jesus. Ah ha: Jesus told him to deny exactly three times. I guess they’re divorced now.

32:00: Judas is back. He’s like, let him go, man. Take back the shekels. Please. The high priest tells him to scram.

33:41: Two kids are fucking with Judas. They are freaking his shit out. Judas has apparently had some moldy bread — he’s having some funky visions.

36:16: There are more kids now. A crowd of them. They won’t let up on Judas. Suddenly, the kids have vanished and Judas is left alone with a dead animal and a bunch of flies. So, he hangs himself. Judas: If you thought that was bad, check out Our Daily Bread.

38:21: Some woman named Claudia is advising some bald dude not to kill Jesus.

An aside: There are two types of people who grow up in the Bible belt. Those who are deeply religious and those who go out of their way not to learn anything about Christianity out of simple spite. I was the latter. Anything I might have picked up inadvertently, I’ve already repressed. So I had to run downstairs and ask Mrs. Pajiba-Hyphenate, who was a religion major, who the bald dude is. It’s Pontius Pilate. I’m a 32-year-old guy with eight years of higher education and this is the first I’ve ever heard of Pontius Pilate. You’ll have to excuse my ignorance, again. This is what happens when you’re raised by a gay man who actually believes in Ramtha. Ask me about Ramtha’s School of Enlightenment, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Mostly, though, I’ll tell you it’s bullshit.

40:00: Pontius Pilate is out in the fancy Roman courtyard asking why anyone would want to kill Jesus. The high priest is telling Pilate that it’s because Jesus believes he is the Son of David. “He claims he is the Messiah.” Wait? Who is David? I thought Jesus was the son of God. And that David was responsible for slaying Goliath. No?

42:16: Pontius Pilate takes Jesus aside for a heart-to-heart. He asks him what’s the deal, man? Pontius Pilate seems somewhat sympathetic. In fact, he goes out and tells the crowd that he has no cause to sentence him to death. The crowd is not pleased. They want blood. It is my understanding that the crowd is mostly comprised of Jews.

44:19: All right, some new guy with a bad beard is questioning Jesus now. Ah, it’s King Herod. Laughing at him a bit. “He’s not guilty of any crime, he’s just crazy.” Well, at least he has a decent beard.

47:32: Pontius Pilate is having second thoughts now, much to Claudia’s chagrin. Pontius Pilate fears that unless he condemns Jesus to death, there will be bloodshed. In the grand scheme of things, he’s kind of fucked both ways here.

50:00: Pontius Pilate gives the Romans a choice: He can either free Barabbas (an ugly murderer dude) or Jesus. The crowd says, “Free Barabbas.” Barabbas is like, awesome. He looks a bit like Andre the Giant, God rest his soul.

51:26: Pontius Pilate asks, “What shall I do with Jesus?” The crowd is like, “Kill him, please.” Pontius Pilate is like, “Damn. You people are cold.” He says he won’t kill him; he’ll just hurt him real bad. The idea I’m getting here is that the Romans — at least the higher-ups — aren’t terribly keen on killing Jesus, that it’s the Jews who are bloodthirsty. Right? This is where the anti-Semitic controversy lies, yeah?

54:04: The soldiers are whipping the hell out of Jesus. Satan is lurking among the Jews. Satan looks a lot like Kelli Williams (“The Practice.”) He’s not, but he is played by a woman, Rosalinda Celentano.

56:00: Jesus takes his whipping. Then he stands up and suggests, “Please sir, may I have another.” The Roman soldiers oblige. Damn!. This ain’t right. They are pulling the man’s skin off with the whip. This is a bit much, if you ask me.

61:00: After five more minutes of this, they untie Jesus. And then they whip him on the front side. C’mon, Jesus. Haven’t you ever heard of shock? Go into it, already. Please. This is killing me.

62:00: Satan is wandering around, watching, with a creepy-looking baby in his/her arms. The baby looks kind of like Mini-Me, if Mini-Me were the son of Satan.

63:00: A Roman official comes out to put a stop to the gratuitous whippings. There is blood everywhere. Unbelievable — thousands and thousands of church groups attended this film? Seriously? It just seems to me like Mel Gibson is incredibly fascinated with the gore. And he’s showing off under the guise of religion.

67:00: The Roman soldiers continue to have their way with Jesus. They’re just beating the hell out of the poor guy. Stop it.

68:41: Pontius Pilate shows the crowds of Jews his handiwork. Is this enough, he asks? Apparently not. They want him crucified. The High Priest tells him that if he doesn’t crucify him, Caesar will not be a happy man. Pontius is like, “You can do it if you have to. But keep me out of it.” He wants the clean hands, though I’d argue it’s a bit late for that.

73:16: Jesus is carrying that cross through the crowd; the hooligans are lovin’ it. If they’d had an Eighth Amendment back then, Gibson’s film would’ve been about three minutes long. This is just stupid. You’ve made your point, Mel. It’s kind of desensitizing at this point — a little bit goes a long way.

75:55: C’mon: Give the motherfucking whips a break, guys? The man has had enough. If you keep at it, there’s going to be nothing left to crucify.

79:19: Jesus’ Mom has a few words with him while he’s down on the ground. He says, “See, I make all things new.” Sorry, folks. I don’t get it. There’s nothing new here but the wounds in his skin.

82:00: The Romans ask some dude in the crowd to help Jesus carry the cross, because Jesus can’t do it anymore. The fella is not happy about it. But he obliges.

83:00: Jesus falls/is pushed down the stairs. Some woman offers him a blanket to wipe his face. A moist towelette would’ve been nice, lady.

85:00: The Romans continue to kick Jesus while he’s down. The guy who was carrying the cross runs out and says essentially, “Cut it out. You’re a bunch of dicks.” He helps Jesus back on his feet.

88:00: Whip. Fall. Trudge. Whip. Fall. Trudge. Gibson really wants us to know what it’s like to carry a giant wooden cross up a hill with a few hundred Jewish people whipping you. If that was his goal, he’s certainly succeeded here.

89:14: This is dumb. Just dumb. Why would watching this make someone a believer? Or even confirm one’s belief in Jesus? Either you are, or you aren’t. And watching Jesus get the tar beat out of him for two hours doesn’t seem like a difference-maker. There is a town back in Arkansas where they put on the most popular Passion Play in the country. I’m guessing there isn’t nearly this amount of blood involved, and yet they seem to be able to drive home the message just fine.

92:00: The guy who carried the cross has been released and told to skedaddle.

93:59: There’s not really a lot of plot here, is there? I guess you might call it a road trip movie. If so, he’s just reached Wally World. He’s about to get on the roller coaster. And they are strapping him in. With nails. *!#&. Damn. $#%. Quit it with the nails, already. Fuck! Quit it.

97:45: Now the other hand. Shit! They had to break his arm first. #%$# Another nail. And those aren’t nails, by the by. Those are freakin’ railroad spikes.

99:00: And now the feet. #&$#*. Stop it! You sick fucks.

All right. I’ve gotta take a break. Eject the contents of my stomach, and prepare myself for the final push.

100:00: Home stretch. But I’d just like to say, if I had children, I’d let them watch the entire works of Eli Roth, James Wan, Clive Barker, and Joe Ezsterhas before I let them watch The Passion of Christ. I can barely fathom what it must have looked like on the big screen. How Jerry Falwell could speak out against the freakin’ Teletubbies yet “pray that Mel Gibson’s movie will … appeal to millions of movie lovers” is beyond me. This is not a film for movie lovers. This is a fucking snuff film. No — I’ve seen an actual snuff film. This is worse. This is deeply unpleasant. I don’t think Gibson is winning over anyone, unless he believes that faith and blood are somehow proportionately linked.

101:00: They turn over the cross, take care of some last minute nailing (#%$@), and lift it up. Mary Magdalene and Mary are watching, grief-stricken. The music is unbearably ominous.

104:00: I haven’t seen a film that made me this physically ill since I Spit on Your Grave. I’m turning green. Yep. I’m going to hurl again.

106:00: What the fuck? There is another guy on a cross next to Jesus. He’s kind of crazy. Looks a bit like Vincent Gallo on a day when he decided to shower. A crow is on his cross, though. And … there you go. The crow is pecking at Vincent Gallo’s eyes. One of his eyeballs pop-splats. Thanks for that, Mel. You sick bastard.

107:15: So, Jesus just hangs by the nails for a few hours, huh? In the heat. And now the rain is impending. The crowd doesn’t seem pleased with the rain. The film is almost over, and where the hell is the part about Jesus’ teachings, his tolerance and forgiveness? His faith in humanity? There is nothing here but unrelenting savagery. Where is the fucking plot? The character development? I don’t’ see anything but the bloody remains of a Jim Caviezel character.

109:00: Mary takes advantage of the break in action to kiss the bloody feet of Jesus. A Roman, Cassius, lifts a sponge up to him to drink from. It’s the only relief from the torture I’ve seen in nearly 90 minutes.

111:00: Everyone disperses because of the rain. Jesus has a few words with his father. The rain comes. This rain is also accompanied by an earthquake of some sort.

113:00: The Romans are about to take another whack at Jesus, but it seems he’s already dead. So, Cassius, just to make sure, guts him with his lance. Blood and water spill out. Cassius falls to his knees. You know what? If this film had any basis in reality, Jesus would’ve been dead an hour ago. Sure, he died for our sins — but he didn’t die 18 times over for our sins, which is what Gibson seems to be saying here.

115:00: People are losing their shit, left and right. The High Priest is upset; it’s in a language I don’t understand, but I think what he says is, “Whoopsie!”

115:23: And: Bam! Satan starts screeching from the depths of hell. He is not a happy camper.

116:00: Jesus is being let down by Mary, who holds her son and stares straight ahead. I know this image: Pieta. I don’t know crap about Christianity, but I studied the hell out of Renaissance art. Thank you, Mrs. Hollicer.

118:23: It’s a few days later; Jesus is cleaned up. He gets up and walks out naked. I recognize that image, too: Schwarzenegger in T2.

119:00: Roll credits. I can tell you now that I’m going to have recurring nightmares about this film. It’s the message film that keeps giving.









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Comments

And Pajiba DOES IT AGAIN! a spoiler warning would be the professional thing to do, fuckos.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at July 1, 2010 8:17 PM

*sets down meatloaf sandwich, runs to bathroom*

Posted by: gp at July 1, 2010 8:27 PM

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Dustin, you've seen a for-realsies snuff film? Well then. Huh.

Posted by: Pinky McLadybits at July 1, 2010 8:32 PM

Did I miss some recent Mel Gibson news? Did he offend, maim or kill members of the Jewish community? What happened?!?!?!

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 8:37 PM

RadarOnline.com has listened to the hate-fuelled rants the Braveheart star unleashed during fights with Oksana as their relationship unraveled. "You're an embarrassment to me," Mel tells her at one point. "You look like a f***ing pig in heat, and if you get raped by a pack of n***ers, it will be your fault." Mel's attorney told RadarOnline.com that he is no longer commenting on the case and said Mel's publicist is the only Mel official who will speak for him. Mel's profane outbursts are littered with references to Oksana being a "whore" and "c**t". In another tirade, Mel tells Oksana: "How dare you act like such a bitch when I have been so f**king nice." He warns, "I am going to come and burn the f**king house down... but you will blow me first."


If I read that correctly apparently he offended the Pigs in Heat community.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at July 1, 2010 8:43 PM

According to the folks over at Jezebel/Gawker, there was a recording of him yelling at his pregnant ex saying things like: "You look like a fucking pig in heat, and if you get raped by a pack of n***ers, it will be your fault."


Classy.

Posted by: linny at July 1, 2010 8:51 PM

While I have little trouble believing this (considering his um...history of offenses), I still need to hear this to believe it.

RELEASE THE AUDIO YOU DAMN CRACKERS!!!!!

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 8:53 PM

OK, buddy, now you're starting to scare the readers.

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 1, 2010 8:57 PM

Actually, the Fourth of July is right around the corner, which means it's time to crack open the time honored holiday tradition Mel Gibson Kills All the British with Machetes:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbtA0TIyoI8

Or, for those of you with a sci-fi bent, Matthew 'America Fuck Yeah' McConaughy beats the crap out of Christian Bale:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dpJOgXhBLaA

You're welcome.

Posted by: twig at July 1, 2010 8:59 PM

Oh Uriah, calm down and enjoy some humor. You're not even white. An old testament name like that??? You're clearly EgyPakiIraqui.

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 9:05 PM

when I was a kid I loved me some Mel Gibson. Now I don't think I could watch Air America without wanting to lose my lunch.

Posted by: koj at July 1, 2010 9:23 PM

Delurking because I'm "Catholic enough" to effing loathe this movie. Damnit, when you spend 90 minutes on the Passion, 30 seconds on the Resurrection and no time at all on Christ's life and teachings, then you are a sadist who has completely missed the point.

I hope Gibson spends his afterlife explaining this to Jesus.

Posted by: ant at July 1, 2010 9:32 PM

raped by a pack of *******?
mel is one crazy motherfucker. does this warrant a stint in rehab?

Posted by: courtney at July 1, 2010 9:35 PM

Jesus Christ Superstar is so much more fun, with showtunes and everything!
Heck, even Godspell is better than this piece of crap....

Posted by: frank (aka frank_247 aka the lone Scotsman) at July 1, 2010 9:38 PM

Hey ANT!

I totally just copy/pasted your comment as my facebook status. And yes, you were cited. Thank you for that.

Posted by: Barnes78 at July 1, 2010 9:38 PM

i had the unfortunate experience of watching that snuff film on a 72 inch rear projection screen tv.

i don't know why we would suddenly bring a blow by blow recap today, other than overshadowing Canada Day, cuz everyone has something to say about mel or judaism or christianity or the passion, so this thread can overwhelm the mildewed thursday night crowd..

Not to worry, beavers are coming to chew away the timbers of your home. right now. as we speak. I am controlling them with a helmet i bartered from ren and stimpy. they are stealth beavers. you will not survive.

Posted by: idleprimate at July 1, 2010 9:48 PM

Speaking of beavers, there must be some severe panicking at the studio over the upcoming Jodie/Mel collaboration The Beaver.

Posted by: DarthCorleone at July 1, 2010 9:54 PM

I remember reading this back in 2007 and it just completely validated my decision not to see this pile of shit film. I had heard much of what you say here, Dustin, and then you confirmed it.

Jesus torture porn, no thanks.

Mel is an asshole, no matter which way you cut it and he's one of those actors for whom I can now barely watch his films. I can TOLERATE Mad Max because he was so damn young, it's almost like it's not him. And isn't he in Blade Runner? That's about it, seriously. Anything beyond that, nope. And I even pause with those.

Posted by: Snuggiepants at July 1, 2010 9:57 PM

A lesbian directs a film starring a violent, racist, misogynistic, right wing Catholic titled "The Beaver".

Man, I CAN NOT WAIT to see this turd unravel at the multiplex.

Posted by: Barnes78 at July 1, 2010 10:04 PM

Well......he always did have a few screws loose. plus he's also planning on making a sequel to The Passion. titled none other: The Ressurection. (serious about this btw)

Posted by: LordNinja at July 1, 2010 10:26 PM

ok, finally read thru the whole minute by minute. i can see no reason for reposting this. none.


what particularly is it about mel gibsons career? his last film, from last year, is only doing moderately well? gee, bring out the obituary for a big Hollywood star, or better yet recycle snuff refereeing for his most strange film as director or actor. yeah, i get that. uhhh.

nothing timely, nothing thematically.

just bored lazy writers filling space.

Fuck you pajiban writers

Posted by: idleprimate at July 1, 2010 10:46 PM

Oh Uriah, calm down and enjoy some humor. You're not even white. An old testament name like that??? You're clearly EgyPakiIraqui.

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 9:05 PM

I guess all you kids are too young to remember Uriah Heep, the band, or too illiterate to know the protagonist of the Charles Dickens book. But I fucking love the Pajiban humor. And you're right: I'm not white, I'm Canadian. We're more of an ecru color.

Now get the hell off my lawn.

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 1, 2010 10:49 PM

*I meant ice, because all you Mericans know it's really damn cold up here all the time. I can hardly get my sled team moving today.

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 1, 2010 10:51 PM

Thanks, Barnes78 :-P

Posted by: ant at July 1, 2010 10:59 PM

URIAH!!!

My apologies for 1. Not listening to EXACTLY the same music as you. I'll look in to this band you speak of so nostalgically. 2. Not liking/reading Dickens means I'm illiterate? Is he...the only one to ever write or publish a book?? I suppose the recent article I wrote after Jose Saramago passed away would serve as another indication of my inability to read. My dear Canadian, if you love humor as much as you suggest, then learn to take a joke. Sheesh.

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 11:00 PM

CreativeDeath

In truth, your initial post made me laugh, especially since Barnes78 made a very similar observation yesterday, and I was writing a light-hearted response (but in the Pajiban "Bitchy People" manner.) Gotcha!

P.S. I've never read Dickens' "Great Expections" (which is where the "Uriah Heep" name originally comes from) either .

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 1, 2010 11:16 PM

URIAH!

It took a couple of minutes to come up with EgyPakiIraqui. I dare say...I was quite pleased with it (doesn't it just roll off the tongue quite well?? Not to go off on a tangent, but the solution to end these two wars may simply come down to some country mash ups. Granted, Egypt wouldn't apply to the nationality term I created, however...other options are possible. AfghanPakiIraqui. See how easily that flows?? IranraqPaki. Clearly I missed the profession mark. My genius is littered with brilliance of diplomacy.) Anywho, glad you have a sense of humor. I like you, maybe we should start a book club and finally tackle some Dickens. I suppose we can invite Barnes78 in to the group since he reads the Old Testament as well.

Posted by: CreativeDeath at July 1, 2010 11:51 PM

This RTR was one of the first things I read on Pajiba. I was INSTANTLY hooked.

Posted by: Lindsey with an 'e' at July 2, 2010 12:57 AM

Mel Gibson is capable of making good movies, but what the fuck was up with this?

This was the bloodiest movie ever made, it's almost as gruesome as Berserk, there's no point to this movie other than pain, and propagating against the Jews. The whole fucking idea of a Passion Play was started to incite people against the Jews, and yet there's nothing that can be done, because a lot of good people genuinely believe that this level of gruesome is justified in the name of Christ.

Mel Gibson is an anti-Vatican II Catholic, people have no reason to take him seriously, if he were any more of a lunatic, he'd have forced his ex-wife to wear a burka.

Posted by: Voodoo Lounger at July 2, 2010 1:33 AM

Idleprimate See BarbadoSlim's comment above for an explanation. But the short version is:
Apparently, Gibson's ex-baby momma recorded a rant that covered nearly every -ism known to man and released it to the public.

Hence, the career eulogy.

Posted by: ScienceGeek at July 2, 2010 2:10 AM

Posted by: stopthemadness at July 2, 2010 3:59 AM

Pretty awesome. But how did you miss the flashback to his inventing the dining room table to his mother's scoffing?

No really, it's there, smack in the middle of the trial scene. Every Gibson film has to show the hero as incompetent at carpentry, farming, or anything else but, usually, killing. Or in this case being killed. So he shoved that in there. And it's a very WTF--no, WTlivingF--moment.

(BTW, if you wanna see my piece on this as well, click on the website link. I wouldn't say it's as good a takedown as this one, but I'm happy with it)

Posted by: John Roberson at July 2, 2010 4:17 AM

There are very few violent movie images that stick with me. In fact, there are 3.

1. Terminator 2: Guard getting stabbed through the eye.

2. Last of the Mohicans: Duncan getting burned alive. When it comes to thinking about how to die, burning to death is all the way at the bottom of the list.

I saw both of these things as a child and they gave me nightmares. It was not until Jesus snuff that anything was disgusting enough to resonate on that level. I actually had to add a number 3 to my list and it is:

3. The Passion of the Christ: Jesus getting whipped and seeing chunks of his flesh getting pulled from his body.

I wanted to see the movie cause I was curious over all the controversy. Boyhowdy was that a mistake.

On a totally different note, I thought you not knowing who Pilot was to be quit funny. Although in all fairness I didn't know who he was till I read Song of Solomon in which on of the main characters is named Pilot, her father having chosen the name at random from the Bible (if memory serves dad was illiterate and just pointed at something that looked pretty). When I first read this I thought, wait, there are airplanes in the Bible?

Posted by: Morgan Lefai at July 2, 2010 4:32 AM

Lethal Weapon was on TV here tonight and after Mel's latest meltdown, I was basically unable to enjoy it anymore. Stupid retroactive hate!

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 2, 2010 6:08 AM

I kinda liked this movie. I thought it was extremely pretty to look at and it had a nice dreamy vibe to it. Until the torture and killing part. And then it got... strange. I remember sitting in the theater, trying to see how long I could keep my eyes open without cringing or turning away. And I did pretty good. Every now and then I'd glance at my friend or around at another movie watcher, and I'd see a tear in their eye or a little sobbing. All I could do was roll my eyes at them and say, "Wow, Jesus went through A LOT, huh?" I had also studied Latin for a long time and kept trying to see how well I could understand without reading subtitles. So yeah, I guess the movie did suck ass. It was more of a trying experience, than an entertaining one.


This new racist rant makes me wonder what the hell type of message he was putting out there with that extremely depressing and twisted ending in Apocalypto. I love that movie (yeah, I know a lot of people here didn't like it, but whatever, it was awesome to me). Damn. This will ruin that movie for me. Fuck you Mel Gibson. Fuck you with a pack of n*****!

Posted by: kayla at July 2, 2010 8:32 AM

Danny Glover was lucky to survive each "Lethal Weapon" installment.

Posted by: Kballs at July 2, 2010 8:40 AM

When it comes to thinking about how to die, burning to death is all the way at the bottom of the list.

I think the Mohicans movie may be disingenuous. I think I heard that in burning at the stake, you probably die of smoke inhalation before you ever actually burn. So it's asphyxiation, which still sucks, but not screamy, flamey death.

I don't want to explode in deep space, so my least favorite movie moments usually involve that.

Posted by: twig at July 2, 2010 9:09 AM

It should be noted that neither Mel (suck my pyromaniac cock) Gibson or Russell (phone enema) Crowe is Australian-born.

We have to protect the laidback, friendly, larrikin image of the Aussie bloke, if only for marketing purposes.

They were also never such irredeemable arseholes before they went to Hollywood - you break it, you bought it.

Posted by: Xiufetish at July 2, 2010 9:56 AM

Did anyone who saw the movie noticed the Mel-type lethal weapon acting style of the Christ Character? Also, when the jewish bystander came out to help, did younotice that they shrugged and rolled their eyes just like Gibson and Glover did in the letah weapons movies?

I mean that really creeped me out. It means that Gibson, on top of everything else, wanted his actor to act EXACTLY like him and relate in a very specific style.

Think about the level of micromanagement that requires.


Look at how Jim Caviezel holds and bobs his head in pain and look at how Mel does it when he is in pain in his movies...god it is exactly the same style. Like rotoscoping.

And then watch any pick where he is in dire straits with an African American partner and then look that that cross helping scene.

In my dreams Mel has to direct Megan Fox in a Lifetime-hallmark film written by the Sex and the city gang.

Posted by: Chuck sci at July 2, 2010 11:59 AM

It doesn't matter. Mel Gibson can rant and rave all he wants. He's made his money and is trying to protect Oksana from taking some of it. So why the heck should he care? He's already set for life.

Besides, he doesn't say anything out of the ordinary for a white person. The only difference is that he was caught on tape. I don't care how "progressive" a white person is, they all hold racist ideas; rather its subconscious or consciously.

It's hard to be white and racially aware. Especially when 90% of all your friends are white, you grew up in a white neighborhood, your workplace is predominately white, and you constantly watch white entertainment.

I'm sure some of you have "black, Indian, Asian, or Other" friends but I'm almost certain these friends are as culturally white as you are. Therefore, they can offer you very little to none insight on their own race's culture or customs.

It's partially not your fault as its easy to go a day without seeing a brown face in America. Especially if you love watching mainstream American entertainment. Honestly outside of the random Tyler Perry film, Pajiba doesn't regularly review films by people of any color but white. Racist? Maybe. Consciously done? Probably not. This just shows you how racially blinded most white Americans can be. So who can blame Mel Gibson for saying racist things, when American society fails to culturally educate its white citizens; beyond the standard stereotypes?

I never seen the Passion of the Christ. But it makes sense for it to be ultra violent. I'm not sure if anyone is aware of the Roman's, as well other ancient cultures', treatment of convicts but they were absolutely brutal. There was no such thing has convict rights.

Posted by: Melody Dobs at July 2, 2010 12:03 PM

A couple things....I accompanied my Ex to see this festering open sore in a theatre. He was a big burly (6' 2", 225) guy who, I THOUGHT, had no religious inclination or affiliation at the time. He cried like a baby, a big hungry angry baby. He told everyone it was the best movie he'd ever seen but he didn't think he ever wanted to see it again. Me? I think, during the movie, I balanced my checkbook, took a little nap, and thought "meh." I'm with Rowles....I know NOTHING about the Bible.

Fast forward a couple years and now the Ex is a real street corner, Bible-thumpin' whackjob. He hasn't had a job for years, so he just packed up his crap, went to visit the parents of the pastor whose church he had started attending VERY regularly (oh, did I mention that at Christmas 2007, he didn't get so much as a candy cane for any of us in his household, but bought a boatload of stuff for a needy family? I really wouldn't have objected to that AT ALL if he would have at least told me....and if he hadn't given them MY DAUGHTER'S NEARLY NEW BIKE without consulting me or my daughter) and now lives in a motel in Cali because "God told him to go and save souls." I imagine he looks like the Unabomber now, sitting on a street corner with the cardboard sign that reads, "The end is extremely fucking nigh."

Also, when this came out, I worked at a church. They used this for WEEKS. Took groups, whole families, to see this mess. Used it in sermons, used graphics for the newsletter and bulletins (they did the same thing with The Nativity Story)

Finally, veracity of this gorefest aside, I've always thought God must be a collosal ass....he knocks up a mortal woman without so much as dinner or a kiss goodnight, thereby branding her a whore for the rest of her life, only to bring forth a son who he DELIBERATELY let have a shit life (including, ALLEGEDLY, no nookie--in my opinion, he was either banging Mary M or any number of the disciples...either way, I don't care) and a horrible, horrible death. That is supposed to show what a great guy he is, why we should worship him, and that he is a god of love? Don' thin' so, Babalouey.

Posted by: dammitjanet at July 2, 2010 12:04 PM

@ Melody:

Apparently you don't live in Cali.

Posted by: Royalewithcheese at July 2, 2010 1:01 PM

Racist? Maybe.

Posted by: Melody Dobs at July 2, 2010 12:03 PM

Unlike your entire post, which is "Racist? Definitely."

Posted by: Whitey Whiterson from Whiteville at July 2, 2010 3:39 PM

@Melody

First of all, despite its attempted banning:

Wow. Just Wow.

Who can blame Mel Gibson for saying those things?

ME!

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at July 2, 2010 4:27 PM

I googled Melody Dobs. She has a lot of interesting views.

Crazy? Maybe.

Posted by: Sarah at July 2, 2010 5:04 PM

Or a shit disturber. (My Canadian is showing!)

Posted by: Sarah at July 2, 2010 5:04 PM

HAHAHAHAA Melody! So I take it you don't live where I do. I'm white and I'm completely in the minority. And I love it and wouldn't live anywhere else (not JUST for that reason, but the level of diversity is definitely a pro to us).

Nice race-baiting, Mel.

Posted by: Snuggiepants at July 2, 2010 5:21 PM

She must just look for forum posts on Google that include the word "racist" and go there to rant. Because as anyone knows, poorly written scattershot rants are the most effective way to get your point across.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to Google forum posts with the word "penis" and rant about the Vaginocracy we all know REALLY runs the government.

Posted by: JustBill at July 2, 2010 5:27 PM

Oof. So, not to carpet-bomb the thread here, but I Googled some more of her thread posts, and here are a couple of highlights:

"I believe if its acceptable to have multiple sex partners, it shouldn’t be taboo to be a single mother or have STDs." - Because the only thing wrong with STDs is the social stigma.

"Most women, white or black, get pregnant before getting married nowadays..." and "White women are more likely to abort their child or have a shot-gun wedding rather than to be a single mother."

Posted by: JustBill at July 2, 2010 5:39 PM

Dear Melody --

My black friend and I are kind of afraid of you.

Posted by: Dustin Rowles at July 2, 2010 5:40 PM

On digression above:
You won't find "Uriah Heep" in GREAT EXPECTATIONS. He was a character in DAVID COPPERFIELD. And of course the name Uriah was taken from the person named in the Bible, Uriah the Hittite, one of King David's "mighty men", who was cuckolded by, and murdered by orders of, King David.

Anyway, the point of this movie is like the point of bloody crucifixes - "see what He suffered to save YOU from Hell - how can you reject Him?"

One more comment, to me being completely ignorant of the Bible is like being completely ignorant of Shakespeare. Which is not wrong, per se, everybody has their own interests.

Posted by: Pat C. at July 2, 2010 6:33 PM

Totally awesome JustBill. I shared your hypothesis and suspect it might also apply to the Mormon Defender who joined the Prop 8 movie thread. The internet is a wacky place!

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at July 2, 2010 7:22 PM

Pat C.

You are, of course, correct about which Dickens book contains the "Uriah Heep" character. For what it's worth, I did get it right a few days ago when Barnes78 made a similar inference about a biblical origin to my screen name. Too much Canada Day cheer, I suspect.

Posted by: Uriah Creep at July 2, 2010 10:12 PM

I'm sure some of you have "black, Indian, Asian, or Other" friends but I'm almost certain these friends are as culturally white as you are. Therefore, they can offer you very little to none insight on their own race's culture or customs.

wow Melody, you just managed to insult everyone that lives in a multicultural society. either you're white and racist. or you're white and racist but you don't know it because you have minority friends who are really white on the inside and don't know anything about their own race's culture or customs? what the what? really?

the only people safe from condemnation are minorities who associate only with other minorities of the same ethnicity? is that what you're saying? because that sounds like what you're saying. and if so, that's the craziest shit i've ever heard.

Posted by: stopthemadness at July 3, 2010 6:51 PM

@twig (though it's probably too late, 'cause this chick was at the Chaka Khan concert on the 2nd):

I was thinking about your comment whilst eating these potato chips of mine, and I started to think about the different ways fire was used and to what effect in the early carceral system. When burning at the stake occurs, a knowledgeable executioner would know exactly how to orchestrate the event in order to make the fire respond in a predictable and controlled manner. Perhaps you would be permitted to perish through asphyxiation, but only if you were lucky. If you were to detail procedure according to some kind of 'wrath scale', things could go quickly or slowly, the smoke could be controlled, and as always, wealth and class would have a great effect on how the victim was dispatched. And of course, the seriousness of the crime was taken into account as well.


Asphixiation if lucky, but there was more going on than that. Once the Smithfield burnings of Mary Tudor's reign began in earnest, so too did the learning curve for those working the executions. If the flammables at the feet of the victim weren't arranged properly or weren't made of choice materials, the flames would not ascend up the body quickly enough to end the greusome deed in as timely a fashion as possible. Since the flames moved and grew so slowly, so too did the smoke, so inhalation could not occur.


This goes somewhere...

There's some debate as to whether Foxe's Book of Martyrs is written in a manner that aligns completely with how the actual events took place, as he was a Protestant propagandist. We can never know for sure, but even the most brazen of hyperboles can't erase the misery unleashed on the populace of the country. Mary's reign was such a huge, huge, huge waste (as was that of James II, but even with the far from 'bloodless' Glorious Revolution, there are no woodcuts depicting a fetus being ejected from the burst and dropped flesh of its mother's engulfed womb). Here, she had a country that ADORED her upon her ascent. She, to them, was the spurned daughter of Henry's capricious whims and (the WILDLY unpopular) Anne's machinations, prevented any contact with her beloved and similarly spurned Catholic queen of a mother, Katharine of Aragon. Then there was all of that Edward VI (was a stuffy little prick he was) and Jane Grey. She was like Mr. T at a gold medallion sale, but she just couldn't let go of the grudges, threw her half-sister Elizabeth into the Tower, and purged what she believed to be the bile of Anglicanism (basically rosaries with benefits) by brutally putting down any traces of lingering sympathy towards Protestantism with the most hideous of immolations, especially those who had ties to the court itself during those 'dark days', eg. Thomas Cranmer.

As it became a science, all sorts of variations were introduced into the practice. If the victim's family had enough money, a bag of gunpowder would be placed around the neck...you know the rest. Good thing that her people weren't VERY good at science, or she would have most likely been able to birth the Catholic baby boy with the hated Philip of Spain that would have established her Catholic dynasty. I say 'lucky' because they were a disastrous pairing and Philip was only interested in what England could do for him. He had absolutely no compunction over screwing over the country in service to Spanish interests. Although England would soon get its time to shine in the imperialist fashion. I'm not sure why the hag thought she could pull it off, suffering from oligomenorrhea for her whole post-menarche life, as well as being too old at the time to realistically consider becoming a biological mother. Her husband openly detested her already past-it ass (too ugly, English and needy), so the whole of England held its breath waiting for the baby that never came. Phantom pregnancy. Philip was furious and abandoned here. The next century, James II and Mary of Modena had the same issue. Did she fake the baby? Maybe. She was 40. That's committment.


There are a lot of sources documenting the tortures and burnings of the Spanish Inquisition (here's my question, did Torquemada forget that he was half-Jewish, converso or not?) which are extremely graphic. Basically, imagine if you were a ballon that, swelled, swelled, pop! They would go on to describe the black ooze that would pour out of the (frequently still living) burst appendages. But this was exactly the point. After the auto-da-fe, the fires of execution were seen as literally purging the soul in order to shorten the stay in Purgatory and as an example and reminder to all--morescos, conversos, expelled Jews, that beagle named Terrence who always seems to be laughing at you--that the longer the torments of the earthly fires, the more purification occurring. You're welcome. Torquemada died peacefully in bed which is very good news, no?

Filling coffers with the money of others or pissing off daddy: The wheel turns and turns.

Depending on whether the victim was female or male, s/he could be offered maneoverability. Sometimes, women were given what was considered to be the 'more humane' treatment of being able to walk around in the flames, as opposed to the men who without exception were tied to the stake. Whoopee.

In the introduction to Discipline and Punish, Foucault details the (also perhaps hyperbolic, but the French were fucking nuts in their violence--like, Russia-level nuts. That's pretty damned nuts) assassination attempt of Louis XVI by a mentally ill man (probably schizophrenic) who barely stabbed the monarch with a pen. It is so beyond horrible, the burning was almost an afterthought. But as Louis spent too much time carousing and fucking, he really had no say or acumen when it came to...life. So, court officials stepped in and took over more and more power, brutality increased and you know how that ends.

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It was such a long time ago that I read the book, but didn't it go that once the larger band of travellers had to take their leave of Duncan, Natty Bumppo shot him dead in the distance in order to prevent any suffering from the already-lit flames?

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Sorry that was so long, but burning at the stake has this long, long and very symbol-laden history. We would like to think that there was some coughing and that was the end. Unfortunatly, history has no care for modern sensibilities. I'm perpetually grateful that I live now, and not back then.

Posted by: Jo 'Mama' Besser at July 6, 2010 12:33 AM

Oh man.....I had to work at that very Passion Play as a kid. In Arkansas. Go Eureka! One time Jesus got stuck in a tree when he ascended to 'heaven'

Posted by: sarahk at July 7, 2010 3:42 PM

I dunno if it's just me...but...

Why is everyone afraid of the gore? If all of this went down, then nine chances out of ten it looked more like Mel's take on it than the storybook version most of us are used to.

I'm not a Church-goer, though my father was a Catholic priest for most of his life. I do, however, think Jesus was awesome and just another prophet among us. We've got plenty of those around today...

I saw the movie on the big screen and I have to say that I cried from start to finish. I can't really explain why. This film did touch me and horrify me at the same time. Don't really care about Mel's personal life.

...and I think it's just me.

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