Got the numbers from last night. Everyone's pleased. The film ain't no 'Pokemon' (hell, what is?), but it did well. Final numbers on Tuesday, of course.
But this was never about numbers anyway. It was always about celebrating the faith and (hopefully) entertaining a crowd in the process. Largely, it would seem, mission accomplished.
A very Christian hello to some of our new posters - the ones who weren't such fans of the flick. My apologies if it wasn't your cup of tea, but at the end of the day, aren't we both on the same side (if there is such a thing)? I'm for Jesus, you're for Jesus - we just go about expressing it different ways. I'm cool with your way; why can't you allow me mine? Tolerance: it's what Christ taught us.
I'd read about a potential protest of 500 people outside our local theatre in Eatontown. In an effort to better understand these folks, I decided to hang out with them. However, not wanting to seem disruptive, I drafted a few signs to carry ('To Hell With Dogma' and the slightly more amusing - though not that original I discovered when I hit the board late last night - 'Dogma is Dog-Shit'). Jen, Bryan and I headed over to the theatre to see what the climate was outside (beyond the 40 degree temperature).
The 500 weren't in evidence. The head count (including us) was twenty. We held our signs and quietly prayed the Rosary with the group for about an hour (well, I prayed the rosary; Jen and Bryan are relative heathens when it comes to the Mysteries and the Memorare'). I was even interviewed by a local newscrew, not as myself, during which I maintained that I was mad about the movie, and that I would not patronize it (although I couldn't help but mention that I liked the director's first film a little). A woman told me my sign wasn't appropriate (the 'Dog-Shit' one), and I apologized, offering that the movie wasn't appropriate, from what I'd been told. We agreed that it'd be better if I removed the offending word, so I did as much, rendering my sign a neutered 'Dogma is Dog'.
After the Rosary I got a chance to talk to some of the people in attendance (again, not wanting to ruin their night, I didn't say "Hi - I made 'Dogma'.") They told me that they were disappointed in the showing, but were glad to see someone young there (the average age of the group, excluding our trio, was about sixty). I was told some nasty things about my parents, and some nastier things about myself (or rather, the director). Jen - who's much more disturbed by these goings-on - asked if anyone had actually seen the film. Some mentioned reading a review, but that was about as close as they got.
In all fairness, these were nice, decent people who don't like what they heard about the flick. In truth, if they did see the movie, it wouldn't alter their opinion. I didn't feel negative toward them in the least (in fact, I admired the fact that they were outside in the cold, too far from the theatre to really be effective, but willing to take a stand regardless). At the end of the day, we're not that different - we two groups of Catholics. They just have a different set of values from me, and a lot more reverence for the Church itself than for the words of our Lord.
They seemed nice enough, though. However, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed that they didn't have any donuts or coffee out there.
Point is, I didn't get in their face or flame them - as the Catholic League enthusiast in our midst seems to think is appropriate. That would be like an atheist going into church and yelling contrarian sentiments at the priest mid-Mass. I'll never understand the folks who can't simply dislike something (as Christians, we're not supposed to hate), and feel the need to go to a place where folks who DO like something (and aren't hurting anyone in the process) congregate, and get up in their face about feeling the opposite. If I don't like something, I pay little or no attention to it, or just flat-out ignore it (unless it was something like rape or murder; as much as I loathe rapists and murderers, if I ran into one - mid-act - I couldn't simply ignore them or their evil acts; I'd kill myself trying to stop them).
But that's what these people outside the theatre equate with what they perceive to be Catholic-bashing: rape or murder. To them, a perceived attack on their faith is tantamount to physical harm on someone. And while that's a little screwy in opinion (because, let's be honest - God is a lot stronger than these people let on, and faith is a concept, not a human life), I can't knock them for it. Like I said - their values are just different than mine.
However, that doesn't make me wrong and them right, or vice versa. It just makes us different, and we take different approaches toward the same thing:
Okay - enough sermonizing. On with the countdown...
I'll be on Larry King Live on Monday. Rock and I taped Charlie Rose yesterday, but I'm not sure when it's running. And 'Dogma' is playing somewhere near you. Take someone you love and respect to see it. Then go see 'Bond' next week. And if 'Bond' is sold out, go see 'Dogma' again.
And again. And again. (As I've mentioned - I got a kid I'm going to have to put through college.)
Thanks, all, for the past and continued support. It would seem our fourth flick is going to outgross all our other flicks combined, which - when you remove the dollar figure - means more audiences are being exposed to View Askew. I'm glad it was with this film, and to that, I have one more thanks to give...
Check out photos from the protest!