The Unappreciated Parallels Between Am I Racist? and The Screwtape Letters
One aspect of “Am I Racist?” that has yet to receive any attention is how closely it aligns with the apologetic style of The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.
One aspect of “Am I Racist?” that has yet to receive any attention is how closely it aligns with the apologetic style of The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis.
Where catechism and preaching may have failed in the past, “Jesus Thirsts” captivates with Eucharistic beauty, prods the heart, intrigues the senses, gives the audience a path to falling in love with the Eucharist.
Flannery O’Connor is considered one of the greatest Catholic writers of all time, but most people, when asked about her, make a face. The new movie Wildcat is provocative enough to drive a new audience to her strangely redemptive stories.
Cabrini is basically an action movie, a David and Goliath tale. You can’t help but cheer for the underdog who feels God’s call so intensely. It will capture young viewers with the risk and excitement of the Christian life.
The movie “Letter to the American Church” is a ringing call to Christian pastors and bishops to speak up before the window closes, as it did in Germany in the 1930s.
The new movie “Journey to Bethlehem” reveals the dramatic difference in worldview between Catholics and Protestants.
Appalling, sloppy sentimentality pervades Hollywood, best-selling books, soap operas, women’s magazines, and popular culture generally.
We have a duty to oppose child trafficking, but one imagines that looking too closely might deliver a blow to our psyches from which we couldn’t recover. We need to go see “Sound of Freedom” anyway.
The new Padre Pio film isn’t really about Padre Pio, and its neither entertaining, edifying, nor evangelistic.
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 is a return to the good action/adventure/sci-fi romp, with excellent story and spectacle and no wokeness. More surprisingly, it’s also profound thanks to its shocking religious themes.
Nefarious is not a horror movie along the lines of Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Nightmare on Elm Street. It was basically a conversation between an unbeliever and a demon. And the demon had all the muscle.
The Jesus Revolution had all the elements of something I’d love: Jesus; the marvelously gifted Jonathan Roumie; the beautiful beaches of southern California; and redemption. Recipe for success; but it left me strangely unaffected.