It's Easter time, and on TV tonight I'm watching what promises to be a crappy remake of The Ten Commandments.

Next up tonight is Mel Gibson's The Passion of The Christ, which has all the precussion of a slapstick sketch, without any of the mirth. If actor James Caviezel had only delivered the line "Oh mother!" [Ed- or is it "Oh brother" for Daffy?] with a wet lisp, he would have been a dead-ringer for Daffy Duck! The endurance for violence in the film is of Looney Tunes capacity, though with blood, without wit, and without total regenesis at every scene change.

A Christian is supposed to decide if they really want in with the bargain of this pain and carnage or to reject it for a more gentle world-view. Acceptance means toning up one's conviction/faith to match the repulsion of The Passion- a strengthening of one's Christianity.

A heathen, on the other hand, is supposed to be humbled. He is intended to submit to the ramifications of the closing scene of this fictional film.

At least, that's what I wrote in my diary in February 2004 having just seen the film here in Melbourne.