Do you even know what that means?
"I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at- men syndrome"
I kinda stopped midsentence.. oh well! :)
The Importance of Doubt
Upon first glance, many of us can hardly pronounce the title upon the first try, rel-ih-gyooh-lus? But even ten or fifteen minutes into the movie, we can see that the possibly amusing title doesn’t fail to disappoint the viewer, with a humorous take on a more serious topic. Combine the words “religion” and “ridiculous”, and what do you get? 101 full minutes of Bill Maher’s sarcastic, often crude and entertaining questioning of individuals of all different religions, often apt to provoke and promote controversy but nonetheless incredibly thought-provoking. Any man can come out and declare his doubt over religion, but it takes a different kind to be able to publicly shove his criticisms and disbelief in religion in the faces of those so highly involved and dedicated to the very subject.
Muslims, Christians, Jews, and Mormons, Maher not only interviewed but questioned them all on their faith. Each interview was a battle, but Maher came fully prepared for them, sometimes leaving the opponent in shock, sometimes almost hinting at their defeat. A believer or not, in any to every type of faith, this movie raises the importance of doubt, of questioning ourselves, of remembering to do those “reality checks” every once in a while, to make sure our feet are firm on the ground we may not consciously be aware of. Religion is a dangerous and controversial topic to discuss, with almost anyone, but Maher tackles the subject head on.
Religulous creates a spotlight for itself in a sea of both pro and anti Religion books, but Maher not so much as bashes on religion as questions it. For example, what’s the contrast between this and say, Bertrand Russell’s “Why I Am Not A Christian” or Christopher Hitchens’ (in)famous “God is Not Great”? Besides the obvious, of Religuous being a movie, and the two other being literary works, Religulous integrates the concept of the reactions of Maher’s statements, questions and accusations. When we are only given one side to a story, we can often find ourselves to be biased in a way to agree with the given side, but when we are able to see the reaction from the other side, only then are we able to form a truly unbiased and independent opinion.
Aside the seriousness of the movie, even for anyone who will whole-heartedly disagree with it, the film generates much laughter. One of the most striking and amusing moments was an interview with U.S. Senator Mark Pryror, who was quarreling with Maher, and at one point (almost mistakenly) admits “You don’t have to pass an IQ test to be in the Senate”, a failed attempt at defending his religious decisions and choices. (Comparable to Nixon’s, “I’m saying that when the President does it, it’s not illegal!). Paired with humorous little snippets of various sessions with different people, the movie’s satiric touch turns it into less of a lecture but more of a conversation between the viewer and the host, a debate between the two.
No one will defend Maher and say he gives the ultimate answer to whether there’s a God or not, whether to believe in religion or to not believe in religion. What Mayer does do, however, is take a stand himself, present what he has to say and everything he has to offer, and leaves it up to the viewer to take their stand dependent upon everything they’ve just seen and heard. Maher doesn’t come into this movie as a “newbie”, he’s hosted “Politically Incorrect” on ABC, and “Real Time” on HBO. He’s also written numerous bestselling pieces that cover politics and government. Giving you his credibility, ultimately he hopes to sway you over but he seems like he’d be satisfied even if he just opened your eyes a little more, to being more informed and questioning of not just religion, but everything in general.
Nonetheless, for $14.99 at Best Buy, you watch Maher attempt to disprove and dispute some of theology’s oldest and founding concepts. You can watch Maher make fools out of
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky