Monday Movie Review: Jesus Camp

Jesus Camp (2006) 8/10
Documentary: Evangelical kids attend a Pentacostal summer camp, where they are taught to preach, receive the Holy Spirit, and reject Satan.

This is some weird shit, and it was really important to me to get past that. I am, after all, a member of a really weird religion, and if someone took documentary footage of a Pagan summer festival, they could certainly make it seem like we were crazy people believing in stupid things. So the fact that Pentacostals, fairly uniquely among Evangelicals, believe in speaking in tongues, prophecy, and laying on of hands is not enough to make me look askance at these people.

But there’s a lot more going on. In fact, the whole package. The whole damn world of everything that reasonable people should be afraid of. Let’s start with the anti-science home schooling. Science is stupid. Not just evolution, science. So ask yourself, if these people take over like they’re trying to, where will the next generation of doctors and engineers and researchers come from? If that was the only thing scary, it would be plenty scary.

The indoctrination is everywhere, about everything. These kids have outings that are “prayer walks.” The nine year-old dancer tries to insure that she dances for God and not “for the flesh,” and all the children are whipped into a frenzy about their own hypocrisy, and weep for it. One girl prays to Jesus before letting go of her ball while bowling. It really feels like their every waking moment is filled with Jesus, and no moments are just there.

Which is just fearful. The whole religious movement feels fearful to me, as if they’re afraid that if they stop praying to Jesus for one damn minute, the whole house of cards will fall down.

Central to this story is Becky Fischer, a preacher who specializes in preaching to children, and the head of the summer camp. She is fervent and joyful; she truly believes in her mission and speaks with remarkable frankness; about “using” children, about teaching them a fanaticism comparable to the Islamic terrorists who teach children to blow themselves up. Christian children, she says, should also be willing to sacrifice themselves for God. She isn’t preaching violence, but after all, some Christians are, and if you teach that this level of fantacism and martyrdom is good, it’s only a very short walk.

I was struck, early in the film, that Fischer, a very large woman, preached about how some people are too fat and lazy to fast for God or really serve God. It struck me as typical of the lack of self-reflection and the disconnection encouraged in this sort of religion. Ironically, the film ends with Ted Haggard, preaching before his downfall, showing the same lack of self-reflection, the same disconnection. This wasn’t the intention of the film, which didn’t know at the time how Haggard would fall, but it’s kind of inevitable, as I’ve written before.

The filmmakers choose to let the Pentacostals, both adult and children, speak for themselves, and shows them pretty much how they choose to be shown. Although many things they say can be shocking or offensive, it doesn’t appear to be because of manipulative editing. The subjects are given the opportunity to consider what they’re saying, think it over, and say it at some length, it’s never a quick clip with no context, and I don’t feel there was anything lurid about it. The shock, if the viewer experiences it, comes only from the truth.

Rather than argue with the Pentacostals, the filmmakers provide a liberal Christian radio host (Mike Papantonio) for contrast. Some reviewers have said that this is a heavy-handed way of introducing counter-point, but the filmmakers, on the director’s commentary, said they cut it in after filming was done because otherwise the movie felt kind of flat; it needed tension. And I think it works.

At less than an hour and a half, Jesus Camp seems overlong. It feels like it’s going on and on and on about this point of view. I guess I would have liked more characters, or more than one group of preachers, or something. But it’s a strong film, very well-made, and I am again grateful to Netflix for making documentaries something we can all see more of.

Sunday Deity: Demeter

Today I am the Mother.

I am struggling so much with the change in my relationship to my son. Empty nest. It’s wonderful and it’s sad, exciting and lonely, and most of all, it’s an undiscovered country. Moment by moment, I don’t know who I am without my child.

I am Demeter. I could, if I choose, wander the world in agony, destroying everything in my wake. Or I could find renewal in a new kind of nurturance.

Demeter lost Persephone in just the way that every mother loses her child; to maturity. Persephone was abducted, one reading of the story goes, but another reading is that the Maiden becomes a Wife. Persephone leaves her mother to be with her husband, and Demeter’s heart breaks.

It’s a big, loud break. I know that break from the inside.

Demeter ravishes the world. None shall have joy while she suffers. (And to my credit, I haven’t once felt like ravishing the world.) Ultimately, in disguise (as a Crone), she becomes nursemaid to the infant Demephon. She seeks to make him immortal, but when his family sees her dipping him into the fire (burning away his mortality), they panic. In righteous anger, Demeter reveals her true self, and puts into place the rules by which she will be worshiped.

I can look at that story today and see that Demeter must learn to nurture again, in a new way. But she cannot simply replace her immortal daughter with a new immortal child, she must find a new path to fulfillment.

So, my deity for today is Demeter, the Mother who finds a new path in life when her child grows up and leaves her.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

This is one of the most delightful montages I’ve seen in a good long while. It is the loving work of Vertigo’s Psyche of And Your Little Blog, Too (my favorite blog name ever).

I could go on for minutes and minutes about how intelligent and surprising and fun it is, but just watch it.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Masterful Malapropism

I turned on the TV and was roaming through my DVR menu, with a show on in the background. Apparently it was Ghost Hunters on SciFi, which is about these “paranormal hunters” called TAPS.

Anyway, the guy was explaining what was going on in some haunted house or whatever, and he said it was a little of this, some of that, some of the other, “It ran the whole gambit.”

Yeehah! That’s the best one I’ve heard in WEEKS!

Things My Sister Says To Me

I tell her a funny story about Arthur and me cracking each other up doing stupid shit. She says:

“It’s nice you’ve trained someone to not hate your sense of humor.”

Post-holiday trivia round-robin

I only watched one movie last week, and that was yesterday. I hoped to watch and then review, but I dunno, I didn’t get it, really. Next week.

Since we’re all back to work or school, and we haven’t been talking much lately, I’m opening the trivia to the free-for-all format. First person to solve the question gets to post the next question.

The plot centers around a woman having an affair with a married man, except he’s keeping a secret: He’s not really married.

Why Man Creates

Why Man Creates is a marvelous short film by Saul Bass (famous mostly for title design) and Elaine Bass. It won the Best Short Documentary Oscar in 1969.

My art teacher in high school was a huge fan of the film, as was his buddy, the English teacher. I’m sure I saw it in high school at least five times, maybe more. It was also shown a couple of time at early Starwoods, so I saw it again then.

It’s a beautiful film, hard to find now, but a true cult classic.

There’s a sequence where scientists are interviewed about their research. Many have been working on the same problems for 10 or 15 or 20 years, and feel a solution is only a few years away. There’s one scientist who worked on a problem for 20 years, and failed. His project for all those years was now over, and it was sad to see him pack up and walk out of the lab, not knowing what was next.

But in truth, success would bring the same empty space. You work on a thing for 20 years, and you succeed, you’re done. Now what? It’s a good thing, a wonderful thing, but it’s also a hole. It’s a loss.

For twenty years or, not to put too fine a point on it, for eighteen years.

What has happened in my life this week is a good thing, a joyous thing. But it’s also a loss. Motherhood has been eighteen years of a science project. And I know I’m not done. I also know it’s now, quite suddenly, different than it ever was, and it’s not ever going back. Like a scientist packing up a lab, I don’t know what’s next.

I love your blog

I got nominated by Evn for an award. As if sending me shirts isn’t enough! But anyway, it comes with rules.
I Love Your Blog

1. Put the logo on your blog.

2. Link to the person from whom you received the award.

3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.

4. Put links to those blogs on yours.

5. Leave a message on the blogs nominated.

There have been blog love memes that I’ve participated in before, so I’m trying to pick seven here that I never have done this with. But I’m going from memory so I might be wrong. So, here are seven blogs that I love in random order:

1. Shakesville: This is a big, famous blog that has been really instrumental in getting me to blog. It gives loves to little bitty bloggers like myself, and Melissa really celebrates the diversity of the blogosphere in a way that has taught me SO much. Feminism, politics, teaspoons, geekiness, OMG shoez.

2. Shapely Prose: I love Kate, with heaps of cuddly love. Also, I’ve learned so much from her about size acceptance. I mean, I had a sort of consciousness about being fat and loving myself, but she has pushed me hard into seeing the insidiousness of size hatred in its many forms.

3. Pandora’s Bazaar does the personal Pagan blog thing without being smarmy or squishy, which is kind of hard to do.

4. Felix Leiter.com: For the single-mindedness. This is what you call focus.

5. The Comics Curmudgeon makes me laugh very hard. Sometimes stuff comes out of my nose.

6. I Expect You to Die is probably the best James Bond blog that I don’t write.

7. Rich Sommer: The Blog is just the sweetest blog ever. Rich is a supporting actor on the show Mad Men, and blogs a little about acting and mostly about how cute his daughter is.

So I cried a little

I was about forty minutes up the road when I realized there was a huge hole in my gut, and I felt like howling into it. I cried a minute. But I was driving. And I’d have had to pull over to succumb to that howl, and I just didn’t feel like it. There’s pain, sure, because it’s a hole. But there’s also no pain, because it’s right and good and what we’ve worked for.

Arthur may end up like me, and stay on his own from the day he first leaves home (which was, for me, a little more complicated than that sounds, but more or less). Or, he may be one of those offspring who keep coming back, into his thirties or later, to rethink life whenever the need is there.

It doesn’t matter. Either way, he’ll never be back the way he was. He’ll never be my kid living here. He might be my adult son who moved out and came back, but that is entirely not the same thing.

So it was time to cut the cord and cuts hurt. That’s okay. And I wanted to howl and I cried a little and that surprised me. And that’s also okay.

Right now, tonight, I don’t know what my life is like. I’m a little confused. But I’ve taken all the right steps and I’ve done all the right things and I’m not empty. I’m just confused. And I may cry some more.

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