The Champ, uh, I mean, The Pope!
Now, I'm not one to judge a casting director, and given the 5 minutes of this I actually saw, John Voight was actually pretty decent in the role, but I couldn't help laughing for 2 reasons:
1. When I look at this, I don't think of the Pope. I think of John Voight playing dress up. I also picture a giant anaconda sneaking through the halls of the Vatican, ready to swallow him whole.
2. The movie opens on the May 15, 1981, the day the Pope was shot. And the whole scene could have benefitted immensely from a child-size Ricky Schroeder popping out of the crowd, crying, "Come on, Pope! Get up, Pope, get up!"
Yeah... my mind works in blasphemysterious ways....
posted by SpangledAngel @ 1:17 PM
1 Comments:
I was kind of offended by the ads for that movie. "A man who inspired us all..."
Um, not quite. He didn't inspire me when he looked the other way when priests were molesting kids, he didn't inspire me when he continued to condemn homosexuality, or premarital sex, or birth control, or abortion, or... hell, anything that isn't missionary position chafing. (But raping kids is still ok.) He also didn't inspire me when he refused to let women become priests. Apparently you need a penis to understand theology or be close to the god you believe in. What a tool.
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