I’m a Christian, I swear.
No, I mean I swear. Probably a little too much. This is less a point of pride than just the reality that at some point every day four-letter words tumble from my mouth.
But I am a Christian. I swear.
So when I saw that the new faith-based film “Generational Sins,” which came out last weekend, was going to toss in a couple of f-bombs, along with other profanities, I thought, “Well, good, that’s a little more like real life, isn’t it?”
It’s certainly more real-life than the fundamentalist churches I was raised in, where euphemisms like “oh my gosh” and “oh my goodness” were treated with equal disdain as akin to taking the name of the Lord in vain.
I think most people would agree that the phrase “oh my stars” (a fully acceptable fundamentalist substitution for profanity, by the way) probably wouldn’t be heard coming from any character in a story that follows two bitter and estranged brothers who are brought back together by their mother’s death, reunite with their abusive and alcoholic father and, while retracing their lives, find redemption and a hope and a faith in God.
Here’s the thing: The film’s cursing isn’t gratuitous but an attempt to not “shy away from the realities of life,” as director Spencer T. Folmar said.
“Life is hard, messy, gritty, filled with disappointments, broken relationships and sin. Why shouldn’t the films we create accurately reflect the lives we lead?” Folmar, who also went to seminary, asked.
A valid question.
He says most “faith-based” films today portray a world that many people wouldn’t find real or relatable, and he’s not wrong — if my fundie upbringing is any indicator.
For starters, we were expected to never frequent the cinema, even if it was a “faith-based” film that depicted Christian life exactly as we were told we should be living it. In fact, “no moviegoing” was actually a part of the church membership covenant you signed in…