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Analysis: The Rapture (1991)

March 17, 2015 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

Along with Gregory Widen’s The Prophecy, the 1991 film The Rapture is one of my all-time favorite movies.  Theologically speaking, you can see some of its influence very clearly in my first novel, The Blessed Man and the Witch.  Any film that deals so specifically with religion will typically have faith as one of its main themes, and this movie is no exception.  What sets it apart is that writer-director Michael Tolkin also asks the audience to have faith.  Sharon, the protagonist, is an unreliable character even at the best of times, and as such, we’re never sure whether to credit what we’re seeing from her perspective until the end. It takes a leap of faith, our faith, to believe in Sharon.

Sharon’s introduction to the film begins in a gray, lifeless purgatory: the tedium of her job as a telephone information operator (a task made obsolete today, which dates the movie somewhat).  From there, we see her cruising the streets of Los Angeles with her swinger friend Vic in a decidedly predatory fashion, looking for couples to swap partners with.  Even when they’re successful (with David Duchovny as Randy and Stéphanie Menuez), we gets hints that she finds this unsatisfying.

Later, after overhearing her co-workers discussing the Note (the Archangel Gabriel’s Trumpet) and the Boy (a prophet), she tells hew new boyfriend Randy that “Everything seems so empty.”  Subsequently, she encounters some missionaries who tell her that the end of the world is coming, and she won’t go to Heaven if she doesn’t accept Jesus Christ.  This echoes the Bible in Ephesians 2:8-9: “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.  Not of works, lest any man should boast.”  This becomes central throughout the film: it’s not enough to be a good person.  You have to believe.  You have to have faith in God if you want to get into Heaven. (Remember the vampire Jerry Dandrige in Fright Night when confronted with a crucifix held by a terrified Peter Vincent: “You have to have faith for it to work.”)

Sharon’s conversion seems abrupt when she throws Randy out of her bed so she can change the sheets and scrub the sin off of her in the shower, but it’s been coming for some time.  “I want my salvation,” she says to him (note the possessive pronoun).  “I’m tired of feeling empty all the time.”  Randy’s arguments against her search for God are facile, juvenile, and unconvincing.  Writer-director Tolkin then asks us, the viewers, to have faith in Sharon for the first time: after an abortive suicide attempt, Sharon drinks herself into a stupor and sees a vision of the Pearl, a sight only the truly devout would be granted.  But is this a hallucination or a true vision?  Are we supposed to believe that Sharon is granted this vision so soon after accepting Jesus Christ?  Yes.  Because the ending makes all this true.

Years later, after she’s married Randy, had a daughter, and loses Randy to murder, she sees another vision: Randy telling her to go to the desert.  Once again, we’re supposed to have faith that this grief-stricken woman’s visions are true and not a result of her questionable mental state.  When she questions the nature and purpose of the vision, the Boy prophet tells her, “Don’t ask God to meet you halfway,” and this is where we get to the crux of the film: not only must you have faith, but it must be perfect faith.  You have to go all the way.  It’s God’s way or the highway.

Her pilgrimage to the desert with her daughter is fraught with petty humiliations, the kind that holy people aren’t supposed to suffer.  We cringe for her, even though her daughter Mary has the perfect faith that God demands.  Convinced beyond any shadow of doubt that the Rapture is near, Mary doesn’t want to wait for the world to end to go to Heaven.  She wants to go to Heaven “the quick way.”  She wants to die.  Sharon’s faith admits some cracks when she says to her daughter, “Let’s give God one more chance.”  This foreshadows the terrible choice she makes at the end of the film.  In the throes of a heavenly vision (possibly brought on by hunger), Mary says to Sharon, “Don’t ask God to meet you halfway,” just like the Boy had.

The scene in which Sharon kills Mary is very hard to watch.  Imagine killing your own child, even if that child begs for death.  Sharon’s original intent is to kill Mary and then herself, but after shooting Mary, she points the gun upward and, screaming in terrible grief, empties the revolver into the sky.  While she later explains that she didn’t kill herself because suicide is a mortal sin, it’s clear that in shooting the sky, she is in essence trying to shoot God for allowing her to kill her own daughter.  She’s lost faith and says of God, “I don’t love Him…He let me kill my little girl and I’m still supposed to love Him.”

And then the world ends.  Gabriel’s Trumpet sounds, literally shattering the walls of her prison cell.  The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse ride out, terrible and frightening.  We are told that everyone has until the seventh blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet to accept God into their hearts if they want to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.  They have to love God, and the clock is ticking.

Sharon refuses.  Even when reunited with her pleading, angelic daughter in a Purgatorial space between Heaven and Hell, she will not love God.  She has rejected Him.  When she tells her daughter, “I love you,” Mary replies, miserably, “That isn’t enough.”  This is the terrible choice Sharon makes: to spend eternity in Purgatory rather than love a God that let her kill her daughter.

If we, the audience, kept faith the way Sharon did not, the apocalypse at the end of the film would not be surprising.  All of the signs were there.  You just have to believe what you’re seeing.

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Filed Under: apocalypse, armageddon, christianity, david duchovny, faith, michael tolkin, mimi rogers, religion, the rapture

Reminiscence and Analysis: Omen III

March 4, 2015 by David Dubrow 4 Comments

I must’ve been twelve or thirteen when I first saw Omen III: The Final Conflict.  I watched it with my older brother (the same brother with whom I’d watched Kolchak: The Night Stalker when I was too young staying up too late on Friday nights) on a Sunday evening.  We’d recently gotten cable TV, and my dad had sprung for subscriptions to both HBO and a local cable channel called Prism.  I think it must have been a package deal to get both, because Dad wasn’t into movies very much.  He liked baseball, and Prism broadcast all the Philadelphia Phillies games that the local TV stations didn’t or couldn’t due to blackouts.

We loved Prism, not least because, unlike HBO, it showed rated R movies during the day.

I can’t remember if I’d seen The Omen before watching Omen III.  Probably not, but it didn’t matter at the time.  The synopsis in the cable guide told us everything we needed to know: Adult Situations, Adult Language, Violence.  (Horror, 108 mins.)  I also can’t recall if my younger brother watched it with us or not.  I hope not, because it had some pretty disturbing stuff for an adult, let alone a kid.  Now that I’m the parent of a little boy, media management has become a concern.

The beginning of the film was brilliant: they wrote and filmed a commercial for Thorn Enterprises that Damien didn’t even like.  He poked holes in it.  It was a great way to show Damien’s intelligence, power, and amorality.  The previous ambassador’s bizarre suicide was another great piece of moviemaking: how many people shoot themselves under the nose?  I assume the effects guys measured the angle of the bullet to determine where it would go from the gun under the desk and said, “Well, it should go here.”  Truly disgusting brain splatter.  Very shocking.

Harvey Dean’s character had some depth.  Rather than have him just ignorant of his boss’s true nature, he knows that Damien Thorn is the Antichrist.  Consider the kind of person who knowingly works for the personification of evil.  He’s conflicted about ordering the deaths of the potential Christ-child babies, but does it anyway.  And when it comes time for him to pay the piper and have his own son killed, he refuses.  It’s all too much for him.  He wasn’t a sniggering caricature of an evil henchman, but a man who’d chosen the wrong side and paid for it with his life.  And soul.  There’s an unexpectedly poignant moment late in the film when his wife learns what he’s been doing and who his boss truly is.  She confronts him, holding his own baby son, with a monstrous series of crimes.  She’s broken and horrified and scared for her baby, and we feel for her.

There is still a part of the film that I can’t watch: the burned face of Dean’s baby when Damien uses the hell hound to implant horrible suggestions into Dean’s wife’s mind.  It showed the true, unadulterated evil of Damien Thorn in a way the other scenes did not.  His foiling of the monks’ plan to kill him was self-defense, but the baby-killing went way too far.  The method of the baby’s death was no accident; Damien had quoted Genesis 22:2 when telling the shocked Harvey to kill his own son, saying, “Then God said, ‘Take your son, your only son, whom you love–Isaac–and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on a mountain I will show you'[emphasis mine].”

The screaming monk swinging from the cable, swathed in burning plastic, was also disturbing.  As a youngster, the sex scene seemed more brutal than in later viewings of the film.  What was worse was that they killed the kid.  They wrote that the monk, a good guy, should accidentally stab a child to death.  Very brutal.  The kid was doomed, an apostate of Hell, but still, how often do boys get murdered in movies?

Damien praying to his own father Lucifer and cursing Jesus Christ was an extraordinary soliloquy.  It combined fury and loathing and even self-pity as he, the son of the Devil himself, describes the glory of suffering.  This insight into true evil was riveting and imaginative, making you understand Damien, if not sympathize.  Later, the juxtaposition of the monks’ exaltation at the star alignment heralding the rebirth of Christ with scenes of Damien in agony over the same event show us that in the end, Damien isn’t a man.  He is a figure, a supernatural creature.  A thing born of a jackal.

Note also that Damien only once or twice refers to Jesus Christ by His title: Christ.  He speaks to and of Him often, but uses the term “Nazarene,” denying Him His kingship as the Messiah.  In Damien’s mouth, Nazarene is a pejorative.  It works.

As Jews, we knew that demonic and vampiric bad guys in the movies could be turned by crosses (Richard Benjamin showed how useless the Magen David was against vampires in Love at First Bite), but we didn’t feel left out.  Judaism doesn’t have demons like Christianity, so things like the Antichrist and hell hounds were part of their mythology.  We could be frightened by it in fictional representations, but at no point did any of us say, “Hey!  That’s exclusionary!  You’re not being inclusive!”  It was a strength of the film that we were as caught up as much as any Gentile: after all, we’re talking about Armageddon here, and Jews will die at the end of the world, too.  The weird crucifix in Damien’s secret chamber was disquieting because we knew it was meant to be profane, especially when we saw what he was doing with it. Thorn’s Herod-style killings of the babies born during the star alignment lacked any deeper meaning for us when we first saw it (I didn’t learn about Herod until later in life when I read the New Testament), but the end was cathartic.  The good guys won, despite the terrible price.  We could rejoice in the death of the Antichrist and the horrible Armageddon he represented with clear hearts.

Looking back, it’s easy to see how different the film is from today’s efforts.  Even though the monks were bumbling and even foolish at times, they were the good guys.  And they represented the return of Jesus Christ.  No bones about it.  No pedophile priests, no new chapters of the Bible revealed to show how evil the Catholic church is.  Damien was the son of the Devil, and the priests, as incompetent as they were, fought to save the Christ child.  The religious iconography was relevant and poignant, including the vision of Christ at the end.  Even Jews could be moved.

The end was rushed, especially the last confrontation.  It didn’t make sense.  I’m not sure if some elements had been edited out for time constraints or if it was written that way in the beginning, but getting Damien to the place where he’d be killed should have been a lot more difficult than it was.

Despite its flaws, the 80’s hairstyles and terrible grating American accent Neill was obliged to adopt, The Final Conflict still holds up today.  If you haven’t seen it in a while, give it a look.

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Filed Under: antichrist, christ child, demons, horror, horror movies, judaism, movies, omen 3, prism, religion, sam neill, the final conflict

Horror’s Shifting Moral Center

December 10, 2014 by David Dubrow 2 Comments

A casual observer of supernatural themes in movies, television, and literature could easily conclude that angels are simply enhanced humans with wings, and vampires are merely enhanced (if anemic) humans with fangs.  They’re superheroes.

The reasons for this are simple, but unfortunate: these characters are not part of a universe where there’s a God who intervenes in human events.  Going there in a narrative sense is icky.  It gets into religion, and who wants to get involved in that?  Too often religion is equated with judgment (as though using one’s intellect and ethics to determine what’s proper from what isn’t is a bad thing), and we can’t have judgment in our fiction.  We can’t have a supreme moral arbiter, especially when that hot angel over there is about to knock boots with the wisecracking-but-gold-hearted cambion detective protagonist.  It spoils the fantasy.
One of my most favorite parts of F. Paul Wilson’s novel The Keep was when the scholar character talks with the vampire Molasar and learns that the crosses embedded into the eponymous keep are part of what is imprisoning him. The cross is indeed a symbol of power and that, as a Jew, the scholar has had it all wrong: Jesus Christ was the Messiah.  He found this to be deeply disturbing news, as would any Jewish person (including myself).  Later on, we learn that it’s not a cross, but the figure of a sword hilt, but the crisis was still very poignant and meaningful.

Today’s vampires aren’t forced back by crosses and holy water; to have that, you’d have to include the whole raft of Judeo-Christian mythology.  Because we’ve lost our sense of proportion, it would be considered proselytizing, and that’s just evil.  It wasn’t long ago that Fright Night came out, and with it a vampire that suffered injury from symbols of holiness (the way vampires used to).  Before that, we had The Exorcist, where Catholic priests were the good guys who used the power of God to exorcize a demon.  Try to find a sympathetic portrayal of a priest in mainstream television, literature, or cinema these days, where it’s still considered brave to create a priest character who molests children or does something equally horrible.

In Supernatural, mumbled pseudo-Latin and nonsense-inscribed pentagrams are sufficient to exorcize or trap most demons, and the angels, as charming as some can be, are no different morally than the inhabitants of the infernal realms.  What’s interesting in the Supernatural universe is that demonic possession can be cured through the use of sanctified blood, and holy water burns the possessed.  In an early scene in the episode Soul Survivor, we even see a Catholic priest, rosary and all, blessing bags of blood at a blood bank.  Where did he get the power to sanctify the blood?  It’s never explored.  They have to gloss over it.  If angels can’t bless things, how can priests do it?  Got me.  Ask the writers.

Modern media’s deliberate avoidance, if not outright shunning of Judeo-Christian ethics as expressed in the Bible has altered the landscape of horror, shifting its moral center to nihilism.  Torture porn like the Hostel series, ultra-violent mumblegore like You’re Next, dystopian zombie melodramas like The Walking Dead, and any of the ghost stories produced in the last fifteen years prove this out.  Ethics are derived from expediency, with no ultimate moral arbiter.

Horror’s big enough to contain all these things and still scare you, and you don’t need the God of the Bible to tell you right from wrong.  Nevertheless, what we’re seeing is the horror genre reflecting today’s cultural norms in ways that, it can be argued, dilute its unique power.  If vampires, angels, and demons are just more powerful humans, why not make them aliens instead?  Or X-Men?

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Filed Under: angels, fright night, god of the bible, horror, religion, sparkly vampires, supernatural, the exorcist

Breadhead Friday: Holla for Challah!

September 26, 2014 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, started the evening of Wednesday, September 24.  Jewish holidays always begin the evening before, because Judaism goes by the lunar calendar. The next day begins when the sun sets. According to the Jewish calendar, this is the year 5775.

The holiday is traditionally celebrated with challah, apples, and honey to guarantee a sweet new year.  Challah is a braided egg bread, rich and a little bit sweet.  Some people put in raisins, others scatter poppy seeds and/or sesame seeds on the surface before baking.  Me, I just like it plain.  No raisins, dried fruit, or seeds.

The dough, freshly made

The dough after two days in the fridge. Note the bubbles

I’ve made challah before with some success, so for this new year’s celebration I decided to make it again.  Overall, I’m pretty pleased with the results, though my next batch of dough won’t be quite so wet.  I get so wrapped up in the artisan bread requirement of less flour=more holes that this dough ended up a little slack and difficult to work with.

Three-braid loaf after two hours of rising and egg wash

For ease of shaping, I went for a three-braid loaf.  You can do all kinds of braids, including round 7-braid loaves, but I’m working like heck to finish this YA Halloween novel and didn’t want to make too much work for myself.

Fresh out of the oven

So, Happy New Year!  Even if you’re not Jewish, challah’s a very tasty, flaky bread that’s great for sandwiches and French toast.

The crumb shot
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Is Professor Xavier an Archangel or a Principality?

July 23, 2014 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

You can’t browse through the Paranormal Fiction section of a bookseller without running into something with an angel on the cover.  There are whole sub-genres devoted to romance between angels, romance between angels and demons, romance between angels and humans, angels and vampires (!), etc.  If there’s a supernatural creature out there, someone, somewhere, is going to want to have sex with it.  Or write about someone having sex with it.

This is not to disparage the genre: people like what they like.

Call me a purist, but if you take a thing too far away from its essential nature, it ceases to be that thing and becomes something different.  If obedience to God is an integral part of an angel’s being, then it will cease to be an angel when it defies God.  Without God, an angel is no longer an angel.

The idea of angels acting in defiance of an absentee God is all over modern fiction, particularly the TV show Supernatural.  In an increasingly secularized media culture, this divorce of angels from religion, from God Himself, simply turns angels into superheroes.  X-Men.  Beautiful, winged X-Men, but mutants all the same.  They can fly around, have super-strength, perform miracles, but lack the thing that makes them actually angels: faith in and obedience to God.

The angelic fiction sub-genre has plenty of room for latitude.  If there are sparkly vampires and Teen Wolves, there can be superhero angels.  A fallen angel doesn’t have to de facto become a demon, an idea I explore for the Watcher angels in The Blessed Man and the Witch.

Nevertheless, magical powers and feathered wings do not an angel make.  Secularizing an angel takes him away from his core and transforms him into a superhero.

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Me: What if he says it's none of your business?
8yo: *eyes grow dark and glittering* Then I'll...touch him.
Me: Ah. Mutually assured destruction, then.

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Me: Sounds fishy.
8yo: I believe him.
~fin~

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