When Ponty submitted this week’s review, he made the submission twice, because the first one was apparently so laced with profanity, he believed the delicate sensibilities of my readers might protest. So he resubmitted this review, which, while lacking the language of the original (besides one well-placed f-bomb), still retains the vitriolic evisceration this film so richly deserves.
I vaguely remember when this flick hit the theaters. I was in high school, or just starting college, and the assistant pastor at church apparently watched it with his wife—until he turned it off in disgust. I’ve never watched it, but from Ponty’s review, I’m glad I didn’t. The pastor was right, though you’d think a man of the cloth would have exercised a bit more discretion and discernment before popping this worldly tripe into his DVD player.
When we look about at the state of the world today, and especially of romantic relationships, it’s pretty clear they’re in a bad way. Men and women distrust each other. Everyone is out to get whatever will make them feel good, no matter what the consequences to themselves or others. Broken hearts litter the dating scene like shattered glass in an alleyway.
And it’s all in the name of “love.” Actually, it’s all in the name of lust. Satan is good at taking something beautiful—Biblical love—and turning into a tawdry, disgraceful knock-off.
This film surely is one of myriad examples of Satan disseminating this perverted view of “love” to the masses. Ponty’s review, while uproariously funny and biting, also picks up on this important insight, albeit in a far more entertaining and far less preachy manner.
With that, here’s Ponty’s #2 pick, 2003’s Love Actually:
