Religulous is directed by the same fellow that did “Borat” and it’s co-authored and presented by Bill Maher, a Catholic-Jew crossbreed. What should we expect from such a mixture?
Yet another bitter “comedy” about our modern world, regarded as a final product of religions for the masses. The true genius of the movie resides in the critique of the religion of man, the actual metaphysics left aside, with divine (!) modesty, where it belongs: the ineffable realm of the “I don’t know.” If it would have given in to the usual atheistic crap, Religulous would have been crap itself. In turn, it achieves bitter magnificence.
Controversial, this one, as was to be expected. The Google Page Rank of 5 for the movie’s website proves that it at least got a lot of people talking about it, one way or another. Here are some, potentially useful, opinions on it.
Failure of epistemology
And when that fails, you find yourself in the impossibility of actually knowing anything. I won’t extensively discuss the causes of such failure, I’m just going to say that the world (and society) we live in right now is one that tries its very best to ensure that nothing is to be truly known, or certain, or trusted fully by anyone. And succeeds in this attempt, at least with regard to certain, sensitive, areas. The means used to achieve this are actually very simple, and they’ve been around since the dawn of propaganda. Simply put, certain views and opinions are systematically rendered invalid (or laughable or propagandistic – see the irony here?) before allowing any valid and thorough judgement to take place. Judgement (in the sense of critical thinking) itself is systematically discouraged in favor of blind beliefs in systems and individuals, beliefs that are no less primitive than any primitive form of worship.
A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers. Mickey Knox
Is, quite obviously, myself. I’m not alone in this, when I say “I”, maybe you should read “you” or “we”.
The things I do(n’t do)
I don’t appreciate what I have, and often think I could be better off. I keep overlooking the beauty of each passing moment, and always expect more. I’m trying to live in the future, as a way of avoiding the present.