February 28, 2008

FAITH AND MEDIA WEEK @ ST. MARGARET MARY PARISH, PA--SR. NANCY & SR. HELENA

 
 
 
 
St. Margaret Mary's "Narthex" (Vestibule) where we had our exhibit
 
 
DVDs and media books
 
Sr. Nancy--Theological reflection on film
 
Sr. Nancy--Spiritual Transformation through Film
Sharing on film clips
 
Eucharistic adoration after
Monsignor Gaston who invited us
Wonderful home-cooked meals every night!
 
 
Monsignor has beautiful art hanging all over the parish offices.
 
The war room! Elly McNelis from Philadelphia--Pauline Cooperator of the Year--is in the raspberry turtleneck, without whom we could NOT have done this! (She was the photographer, also.)
Youth Group--"Media and Your Philosophy of Life"
 
 
Donna, the amazing youth minister; Joan, the tireless DRE, Monsignor
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Monsignor's halo....
Sr. Helena's halo
 
 
 
 
 
 
Joan Duncan, DRE and faith formation director of the year!
 
 
 
 
Mary, Queen of Apostles School Retreat (this is an award-winning school in Pennsylvania. Engineering in 6th grade, Physics and Robotics in 7th, Shakespeare in 8th (they read Screwtape Letters in 7th grade)
 
 
 
 
Sr. Nancy and 4-5 graders watched "Eragon."
 
 
Eragon project
 
 
 
 
 
 
Sr. Helena with the 6-8 graders. They watched the football movie "Invincible."
 
 
 
Catholic Trivia touchdown!
Small group sharing
School Mass: Monsignor quizzing students on what they learned about hope (the Retreat theme).
 
IMAGINE YOURSELF A PRIEST!
IMAGINE YOURSELF A SISTER!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Senior Social in the parish's beautiful "Freude" room
Monsignor's mother, Dalina (a marvelous cook!)
 
The movie was "Miss Potter," so they had full Beatrix Potter decor.
 
 
 
 
There was food at all parish functions! The paradigm for the parish is "tables." Everything is an opportunity to come together and create community....
Sr. Nancy on the go!
Media Literacy In-Service for parish staff. Bill, our technician; Monsignor; Sr. Joan, our hostess.
Technical difficulties!!!
Fr. Allan
Death by powerpoint....
The In-Service continued through lunch....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

MOVIES: "THE BRAVE ONE"

The Brave One
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This is a perfect movie about a perfect crime. But it's the thugs that must beware. The movie trailer made it seem like this was a simple movie about revenge and vigilanteism, but it's more about what tragedy can do to someone, or how we can slowly watch ourselves transforming in a bad direction. How do we get back? Can we get back? As a Vietnam vet friend said: "They teach you to shut off your emotions in war, but they never teach you how to turn them back on again." Of course, with the grace of God, anything is possible, but aside from a cross around her boyfriend's neck, Erica Bean (the incomparable, wow, how-does-she-do-it Jodie Foster) is on her own.
She has the perfect profession for her character: one of those NPR-style audio-chroniclers. She walks around her beloved NYC during the day, recording its more innocent sounds and editorializing about them on her radio show, until violent crime shatters her life, her dreams, her future and her love. She meets Detective Mercer (the Zen-like, ordinarily elegant Terrence Howard of the beautiful eyes), who is working on the case of her boyfriend's murder AND her own subsequent violent crimes, unbeknownst to him. He listens to her show. He has murderous thoughts of his own. It's a tight entertwining, and the love-interest between them is a very believable slow burn. Mercer is incredibly kind and tactful with what is actually his prey in this cat and mouse game.
 
This is an extremely visual film (as all films are s'posed to be). We watch Erica change through her slightest facial twitches, her mouth open in horror, her Lady Macbeth hands, the way she smokes her cigarette, her eyes-become-angry-slits. We feel her utter powerlessness and vulnerability until we actually become afraid for every person she meets, baddie or not.
 
Director, Neil Jordan ("The Crying Game," "The End of the Affair"), has a perfect pace (notice how many times I'm using the word "perfect"?) and almost what I would call a feminine sensibility--maybe because he has the uncanny ability to put himself in the shoes of his anti-heroine. I've truly never felt such a steady pace in a film. It was fascinating to watch how everyone assumed Erica's crimes were committed by a man. And it was a twist to see a female killer who's not a psycho. The simple, clean (yet not minimalistic) camera work makes "The Brave One" more of a drama than a flashy, special effects psychological thriller.
 
This movie raises so many questions: How do we help the victims of violent crimes? What do we do when fear turns into rage? What do we do when someone uses violence as therapy? Was Erica's bloodlust finally quenched? If so, how could Mercer be sure? Would anyone really buy their story? Wouldn't the truth eventually come out? What if the girl with the big hair and big earrings talked? Although messy as in "bloody," the ending was too neat. It was clever, dare I say "entertaining"? But one senses that, despite the ethereal strains of Sarah McLachlan, it's not over. Violence begets violence, and crime never pays. Does true peace come from violence? Just how does one love one's real, vicious enemies? Evil is evil, and it's always very, very sad and tragic, even when it happens to the scum of the earth.
 
It was a struggle not to cheer Erica on and take delight in her almost compulsive deeds, but I managed to keep my morals. The ending reminded me of another fine film, "Dinner Rush," where ordinary, decent folks float above the law, quietly take care of business, and keep the streets clean. How can I praise these films? Because they are so well executed, and speak to a truth about human nature, albeit fallen human nature, and I can appreciate a film without agreeing with its presumed message or "side" it comes down on. Anything or anyone that I disagree with forces me to dig deep and dust off and oil my reasons and convictions to make sure they still work. In the case of "The Brave One," they still do.

February 14, 2008

MOVIES: "PENELOPE"

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They say there are no great love stories any more. "They" haven't seen "Penelope." I almost hate to tell you what it's about, so that the full effect of this fresh, original fable will take you by storm when you go see it--you are going, right?--but this is a review, so here goes. Penelope (Christina Ricci) was born with a pig's snout. It's complicated. Something to do with a curse that can only be broken when Penelope finds true love from "one of her kind" (she was born into an aristocratic family). Penelope is hidden away from the world by her loving but overprotective parents. (Her mother is played by a scene-stealing Catherine O'Hara.) Would-be suitors are screened by Penelope herself through a one-way mirror, but all flee in terror when they actually see her. All except Max ("Atonement's" James McAvoy). But he "can't" marry her and doesn't tell her why not.
The plot is thickened by a news reporter (Peter Dinklage) and a would-have-been suitor, Edward (Simon Woods), who both need Penelope for their own purposes. Each member of the cast is the right ingredient for a perfect potion, except for a distracting and unnecessary character who enters halfway through the story (Reese Witherspoon). "Penelope" screams to be experienced on the big screen because of its many close-ups, both touching and humorous. The pace is a little uneven, but James McAvoy literally holds the entire picture together with his eyes. The constant, unexpected quips and comedy are blindsiding at every turn, and somehow, the ovine jokes never get old. Lots of attention to quirky little "we've never seen this before in a movie" details really pays off. The profuse narration (Penelope) is seamless and festive. Penelope's world is very small, but it feels like a Big Story, alternating between the sublime and the absurd in a flash.
 
This is not a chick flick by any means. Relationships are straightened out in order of self, family, and last but not least: lover. The romantic love in "Penelope" simply cannot be based on physical attraction, so Penelope and Max "date" through the mirror for a while in various ways, including a chess game. They reveal themselves to each other interiorly before Penelope reveals herself in the flesh. How cool is that? Unlike so many love stories today, this establishes a believable connection, rapport, and compatibility. So, although not a chick flick, it's definitely a date flick, or "how to date" flick.
 
Of course we want to know right away: Is Max really a nice guy or will he break her heart? (And of course the answer could be "yes" to both.) Max is a nice guy, not in a superhero kind of way, but in what John Paul II would call an "ordinary love" kind of way. He gradually and quietly does all the right things by her. The unique kiss at the end says it all.
 
Although a PG rating (there's nothing "objectionable," not even language), and sure to delight all ages, this is a grown-up film. We can all feel our own "snouts" (or rather, Penelope's snout puts our snouts in perspective) and while we agonize with Penelope, we realize her parents and others are more of a wreck over it than she is.
 
The film successfully avoids easy moralistic lessons such as, "Let's accept people who are different from us," and yet is jam-packed with nuanced wisdom. Wonderfully written and executed, "Penelope" is one of those films where you'll feel yourself invited and welcomed to get into the story and interact right in the theater. Don't hold back.
 
Despite lush, colorful, toned-down-Tim-Burton-esque sets, and an unpinpointable time frame (1930's typewriters, 1970's cars and telephones, 19th and 21st century clothing) and country (it's both British and American), "Penelope" is never pretentious. It's a confident, funny film that knows its own worth and carries us through to a strong, self-assured ending. Something like Penelope herself.
 
It's just a shame "Penelope" wasn't out in time for Valentine's Day.
 
 
 
 
June 2008--June 2009
Year of St. Paul
 
Sr. Helena Burns, fsp

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February 12, 2008

MOVIES: "ONCE"

Once
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Sigh. This was one movie I was positive I was going to like: it's Irish, it's a "small film," it's musical, it's a sweet story of love. But the 86 minutes felt like 3 hours. The length of the scenes/shots is a big part of the tedium. They are uncut. They just go on forever with nothing much happening. Maybe we are supposed to feel some tension building, some relationships building, some sparks flying between Irish wannabe-rock-star-vacuum-repair-man (he has no name in the film: anyman) (Glen Hansard) and Czech a-little-bit-younger-single-mother (she has no name in the film: anywoman) Marketa Irglova, but I felt nothing.
 
From the first strains of (let's call him "Glen") Glen's monotonous, tortured folk rock, I wondered: was this movie made to try to expose/subject the world to this man's music? Do they know it's not good? By the end of the movie, I think the point was that it isn't good, or rather that it doesn't matter whether it's good or not, because the film's not really about music, but about dreams and what's important to us and how things like music can unite us on another level and how we can cross paths with strangers who can truly help us out when we're at our lowest. Glen's acting is better than his music, thankfully. Marketa plays a kind of simple, sad, minor, classical piano to accompany Glen. Her acting (she's a musician, not an actress) is direct but shy, plain but luminous. A different style, really than Glen's, and it doesn't match too well. But maybe that, too, is the point. These two aren't really meant for each other. He is melancholy and self-absorbed, a bit of a sad sack. She's determined and bright. There's a wonderful "theology of the body" moment, when Glen invites Marketa over. She answers: "No. It would only be hanky-panky. It would be nice, it would be interesting, but it would be meaningless."
 
Marketa's acting (or non-acting) holds our attention, Glen's doesn't. I just can't figure out if Glen's acting was supposed to be like his singing/playing. Was he nervously ad-libbing those umpteen "Brilliant!"(s) (like in the Guiness commercial) and "Cool!"(s)? Or was that his character's limited vocabulary? If it was all part of the act, then perhaps I get it: Glen and Marketa are just very, very average. By our American standards, they were also rather poor, and their poverty is a touching part of the film: Marketa's raiding her little girl's piggy bank to buy new batteries for her walkman, Marketa and Glen buying their clothes in the same secondhand shop, three men from Marketa's apartment building learning English on her TV.
 
A feeling of almost embarrassing vulnerability permeates the film. In one scene, Marketa walks down the street in the dark of night singing the lyrics she's composed to Glen's music: "If you want me...." Before we're able to be transported by this moment that we could wax so eloquent on, this moment we see in so many great films (I need to know I'm special, that I count, that I'm lovable...), a huge shadow of CAMERAMAN WITH DOLLY appears on the wall next to Marketa (and maybe even MICROPHONE BOOM) and stays with us for some time. But perhaps this is the height of postmodern art, and unintentionally further illustrates the embarassing vulnerability. I'm quite serious about that. Or maybe it was just "Irish." I can say that, I'm 75% Irish. Comedian Tim Conway said recently: "My parents were Irish--they shared an IQ."
 
Glen really, really, really wants to be a musician, and Marketa believes in him and takes him literally to the edge of his dream, and he repays her with a beautiful, perfect gift. We can relate to Glen's big, desperate dream, and the drollness of his ordinary life. But (dreamkiller alert!) don't we sometimes have to admit we don't have what it takes? That "the willing and the able" are actually two separate categories? Is Glen just going to fall on his face now that he has his demo? Did the engineer in the recording studio begin to like Glen's music after initially mocking it? Again, I just don't know if it matters. That's not what music is for. It doesn't matter if it's good or commercial or people laugh at it. The people making the music were making it for themselves, really, for their own good purposes. When Marketa plays "her song" on the piano in an off-limits room in the studio, it reminded me of what I feel when I play the piano, and why my father insisted I take piano for eight years. (My father was a fabulous pianist.) "During the Depression, when I had a business to run, a sick wife and four children to raise, I had the piano. I want you to have something for those times in your life." (I'm my Dad's second family. He had me when he was 62. Long story.)
 
A bit o' dry humor that I really appreciated was the Thin Lizzy tribute band. Good stuff. The best musical number, although truncated, was the pub songstress and musicians.
 
"Once" is a string of little moments, but not all of them are pearls. There is no letdown at the end, because there is no build up. It's all kind of recto tono.
 
 

February 5, 2008

MOVIES: "FAITH AND FILM"

Hello! My name is Sr. Helena Burns, fsp, the new movie reviewer for "The Catholic New World." I'm a member of the Daughters of St. Paul, an international congregation of women religious dedicated to communicating God's love and God's Word through the media. Not only do we produce and distribute Catholic media through Pauline Books & Media (www.pauline.org), but we seek to respond to Pope John Paul II's call to be an "active, listening presence," in "the 'new culture' that these powerful means of communication create" (Dawn of a New Era, no. 8, Rapid Development, no. 2). In other words, all of us, as contemporary Catholic Christians, are both members of the media culture and missionaries to it.

Our postmodern world has been called "post-literate," meaning that the printed word is less influential now than other forms of communication. (Novelists and poets were revered figures as recently as the 1960's. Can you name America's current poet laureate?) Statistics also bear this out: people are reading less, especially teens and young adults, in favor of more audio-visual media. "New media" don't replace old media (film didn't replace theater, TV didn't replace radio, etc.), they just take their place alongside them, but each media's slice of the pie gets thinner. One form of media that has remained strong as a cultural influence is film. Although many of us may not be able quote literature (and be understood even if we did), we're all instantly familiar with these movie quotes (even if we can't name or haven't seen the movie) because they have become our shared common parlance: "I'll make him an offer he can't refuse." "Go ahead, make my day." "You can't handle the truth." "You had me at hello." "Vote for Pedro."

A movement called "media literacy," afoot since the mid-twentieth century, seeks to equip children and adults with skills to access, analyze, create and evaluate all forms of media. Respect for human dignity and the opinions of others form the basis of media literacy's approach to conversation and dialogue. Although a non-religious movement, Catholics have been heavily involved since its inception. (See www.medialit.org and www.paulineCMS.org.) Media literacy says: "Let's not media-bash, let's media-engage!" The "media literacy" approach is the approach I will be using in my movie reviews, as well as seeking excellence in filmmaking.

Parents and grandparents! The media literacy approach is perfect for you who have the mammoth task of parenting not only in reality, but also in virtual reality! Hollywood spends lots of money to bring up the issues you need to talk about with your children/grandchildren in order to pass on your values. They've done half the work for you! At any given time, we can find in theaters and on DVD a smorgasbord of topics:  life-affirming --"Juno," the future—"I Am Legend," severe disability—"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly," women and Islam—"Persepolis," etc.

When children are small and have only limited discernment, it is the responsibility of parents and caregivers to control their media access—however it's never too early to begin communicating about and with media with your kids. As they get older, you won't be able to control their use of media. Just as you want to help your children learn to make their own good choices in other areas, the same goes for media. "Control is for the moment, communication is for a lifetime," award-winning media educator, Sr. Rose Pacatte, fsp, reminds us.

When I talk to parents who have opted to "throw out their TVs," they very honestly share with me that it hasn't always gone well for them. Their kids are out of the loop at school and with friends, and some get into media addictions later on, because they weren't prepared with skills to navigate media and make good choices. Also, if we want our children to be witnesses of Jesus Christ to their peers, they'll need to speak the "language" of their peers. Jesus told us to be "in the world but not of it," and He told us: "Do not be afraid! I have overcome the world."

Our Catholic Faith is the first and best lens through which to encounter media. The more we understand God's Revelation that come to us through Nature, Sacred Scripture, Sacred Tradition and everyday life, the more we'll be able to nuance our media discernment without being either reactionary or laissez-faire, and the more we'll be able to model media discernment to young people. Let's pray for the gift of wisdom to apply faith and reason to all our media experiences.

Sr. Helena has a B.A. in philosophy/theology from St. John's University, NYC, and studied screenwriting at UCLA and Act One, Hollywood.  

 

 

 

February 3, 2008

DVDS: "THE ULTIMATE GIFT"

The Ultimate Gift

MOVIE REVIEW FOR "THE ULTIMATE GIFT"
by Sr. Helena Burns, fsp

"Life is how you live it, not how you spend it." This movie—now available on DVD--is based on the concise, best-selling book with the same title by Jim Stovall, whose own life reads like a best-selling book or movie: a blind Olympian weightlifter, author, investment broker and entrepreneur. However, the book/movie is not autobiographical, but a fictional tale of a self-made, mega-wealthy magnate, "Red" (James Garner), who dies and has uniquely dispersed his descendants' inheritance, especially in the case of  his twenty-something grandson, Jason (Drew Fuller). The rest of the greedy, entitled relatives receive their share the old-fashioned way: the reading of the will by Red's trusted long-time friend and lawyer, Theodore Hamilton (Bill Cobbs). Jason, however, gets a series of challenges, offered to him directly by Red, via a videotaped message. If he passes each test), he moves on to the next message, and receives the gift that test brings with it. Jason is as spoiled as the rest of the family, but there is some particular bad blood between him and his grandfather. Sound trite? It could have been, but the lessons that Jason has to learn aren't quite cliché, and at a certain point, we're as curious as Jason to know just what his grandfather is "ultimately" driving at.

Along the way (unplanned by "Red"), Jason meets Emily (the born-to-act, toast-of-young-Hollywood, drum roll please, Abigail Breslin). (Abigail worked on "Ultimate Gift" as an unknown, around the same time she worked on "Little Miss Sunshine," that catapulted her to an Oscar-nomination and well-deserved stardom.  She is now starring in the romantic comedy, "Definitely, Maybe.") The movie is worth seeing just for the jewel of a character Abigail Breslin plays, and for Abigail. Emily is a precocious kid who wears dark lipstick, old-lady clip-on earrings and long, dark skirts. She has some secret "bad blood" of her own, but is so outwardly-focused that she befriends Jason and plays matchmaker between Jason and her Mom (Ali Hillis). Her dialogue is hilarious.

A big misstep of the film is when we wind up in South America to unearth some information about Jason's father—which takes us right out of the story. A little misstep of the film is when Jason's old materialistic girlfriend comes back on the scene after his transformation. It looks like something went seriously wrong in the editing here and there is no closure (which could have been an incredibly telling "before and after" scene). I didn't buy that the belligerent Jason was doing all this "just to see," because he could easily have quit many times, and desperately wanted to quit. As a much more believable "point of no return" plot point, his trust fund should've been in jeopardy. But for each misstep there is something redeeming in the scene, and these were easily correctable boo-boos.

Although distributed by Twentieth Century Fox in theaters and on DVD, "Gift," has definite Christian roots from its Christian book publisher, Cook  Communications, to the various committed Hollywood Christians that worked on the film (screenwriter, Cheryl McKay, who did a smart, major fleshing-out and upgrade of an adaptation; producer, John Shepherd).  In a sense, this is a "Christian film," and it looks like it.  What do I mean? I mean that, like "Contemporary Christian Music" was once striving to be on a par with secular contemporary music, and now is, Christian film is still getting there (and is almost there!) Like we once used to tune into Christian music that was trying very hard to be hip, but had an over-processed, copycat sound, today's Christian filmmaking, for the most part, has a bit of contrived-ness to it. While I admire the incredible skill, talent, professionalism and effort on the part of Christians in the film industry, it seems we need to put some more grit into it all. I don't push the lie that to be "real," things have to be about the darkest, lowest, seamiest side of life,* but emotions must run deep, events must be probable, highs must be high, lows must be low, words must ring true, actors' hair must get matted once in a while. No blithe skimming over the surface of life, even if we know that all of life ultimately has a happy Hollywood ending! "Ultimate Gift" has a light touch, but not that light. If you want us to believe that someone is truly homeless or kidnapped, they'd better look homeless and kidnapped in every way.

If you've noticed that "The Ultimate Gift" reads like a who's who of Hollywood's golden greats, you're right, and the cast includes Brian Dennehy and Lee Meriwether.

Through some surprise twists, turns, and false endings, Jason changes. The astounding beauty of the story and the film is that so few of us can relate to being a billionaire's scion, and will never be able to imitate what Jason actually achieves in the end, but we find ourselves automatically transferring principles into our own lives, and we feel the same elation that Jason does. I'll bet you can't guess what the "Ultimate Gift" is….
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*I am going to murder this quotation that I haven't been able to find but am working on doing so: "Don't believe those who say that despair and gloom are the only realities. The wind in the scented pine woods is just as real." -- Lucy Maud Montgomery (author of the "Anne of Green Gables" books)