Kelly’s a guy, who lives his life to work,
sleep and randomness in the middle. One day at work he thinks, ‘man, it’s gotta
be something more than this’. He puts that idea to use by expanding beyond the
moderate. Throughout his search, Kelly discovers billions and billions of
solutions. For a year, he systematically checks out the solutions, using his
personal life as a model. After going through these solutions, he learns that
everything brings him to the lifelessness “square one”. Except one. The one way takes him places that
have an absolute abundance in his life.
Unfortunately, that way goes totally
against the “norm”, banal society, and if he takes this venture, Kelly will
forever be known as a freakly, low-level, deranged, Un-American individual.
Kelly slowly eases out of this path and takes a more self-preserved route.
Sadly, it is too late. Kelly’s curiosity has caught the intention of one of the
devout disciples of this “way”. One day, at work, this disciple contacts Kelly
and explains to her the dangers of tapping into this path has brought her. Simultaneously,
conformists enter his building. In a Invasion of Body Snatchers style (the
Donald Sutherland one), surrounding Kelly’s work floor.
Still in contact with this disciple,
Kelly is given specific instructions that would lead her to the “way” road.
Kelly panics and surrenders to the conformists. Kelly is, surprisingly, taken
to a place that warms her heart’s desire. There is peace and good, and everything
that he thought the “way” was supposed to be.
However, somethings wrong, distorting. I
mean it’s easy, makes sense, but the people in this society seems like
everybody else with no clear distinctions. Kelly says no thank you. And is
quickly rebuked and cursed at.
Alone and lost again, Kelly heads to the
deepest, darkest neighborhood in town. The disenfranchised. They were almost
creature-like, similar to Nightbreed monsters. They were monstrous looking and
so forth were labeled as such. For as freakish looking as they were, they
proceeded to embrace Kelly as a stranger. Kelly is tapped on the shoulder. “Hello,
Kelly” It’s the disciple. The man reaches out his hand to Kelly and he takes it
as they enter a building across the street. The disciple carefully explains to him
what the “way” is. The truth, honesty, the promise. He carefully tells Kelly
the choices. She takes the path of the “way”. Several month, he hangs around
the disciple learning the nature of the “way”. It’s selflessness, it’s equally
embrace of reality and spirituality. The disciple is amazed with Kelly’s quick
surrender to the “way”.
So, anxiously, wanting to show him the
full scope, Kelly becomes overwhelmed by everything from all the world’s truth
system. And all the things he will have to accept of himself and the world. “Fuck,
this.”, Kelly screams, as he passes out. Awake, clutches his eyes tightly,
wishing to go back to the any other place where the promise of the Conformists lies.
Soothingly, his hand is picked up. “I’m so sorry. You should never feed a new
born an apple.” Kelly opens his eyes and forgives the disciple, askes him could
he go back. The man says, “you can, but you’ve seen too much to accept comfort
that would bring you, for you are of the chosen.” Kelly opens her eyes and
follows the “way”. Years later, Kelly can be seen walking through all other worlds,
being curious, as a disciple, because he already knows what’s the way of the conformist.
What a great “Christian” film? Where is it
from, though? God’s Not Dead, no. There’s no mustache twirling Hercules looking
villain. Case for Christ, no cult related, brainwashing tactics on a individual.
Well, what Christian movie could this summary be from………………….Give up. The
Matrix. What?! That
movie where the robots try to take over the world with 2 underappreciated
sequels. No. Since the beginning of America, the “Christian” something,
something, something, has been the foundation of it’s pursuit. You can put it
in front of anything and it sells, “Christian” film, “Christian” book, “Christian”
autoshop, “Christian” fast food chain, “Christian” soap opera, “Christian”
super market, “Christian” laundry detergent. I’ll buy that for a dollar.
What is a “Christian” movie that belittles
and is sneakily, cruel to a stranger, with patting the head or jerking the arm
compared to a film that openly invites you with hand to hand communication
guiding you with steps and not fancy inward language which a foreigner will
never understand.
Now, I’m not, authoritatively, saying to
stop watching these “faith” based movies. Who am I to tell you what your taste
should be. But it continues to prove that there is no art influence to the
point that will make you do something totally different from your own
character. True manipulations keeps on the path of something you want. So, if
this entertains you , be entertained. But if you dare call these types of
movies art, which as a viewer, sure. But how dare you. Yes, it’s art. The most
well-known artform for an American citizen. The art of moneymaking. Think about
it. If there really was a subgenre for a savior that comes in on a donkey and
cleans people feet and is brutally taken apart by physical and spiritual
wickedness of men, do you really think that would sell.
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