|The cast was in Chicago this weekend promoting the new|
digital remastering of the film, and one of my childhood friends
went and saw it, and she had her picture taken with the cast (above)
and Ted Neeley kissed her. Jesus H. Christ.
Holy (pun intended) crap. I love this movie. I mean, Baron Lloyd-Webber and Sir Timothy Rice's composition is stunning, but as a film, Norman Jewison's adaptation is goddamned brilliant. Accounting for the 1973-specific preponderance of bellbottoms and Afro wigs, of course.
|Don't you get me wrong.|
|I'm just in awe of this photo.|
And perhaps most important, a few hours after we watched it and she'd had a chance to ponder it, she wanted to know more about the story...about why the Pharisees were so hot to crucify Jesus and why Pontius Pilate was so reluctant to do the same.
That gave me a chance to tell her one of the greatest stories ever told. And to explain to her that, completely separate from the religious implications that have reverberated for 2,000 years, this was a story that has shaped contemporary politics, history, literature, and mythology in a profound way.
Her dad took her to Easter Mass this morning. I didn't participate, because I don't do that scene any more and because I thought it a tad bit hypocritical for a couple on the brink of divorce to walk into a Catholic church which in a few months will refuse to acknowledge our existence as anything but excommunicants.
I was happy for PDaughter to share the experience of Easter Mass with her dad (it's been a few years since we've attended). I was even happier to share with her with literary and historical context of the story of the Passion. I think between us, she was exposed to the depth and breadth of this important story today.
And I got to watch Ted Neeley. Because...damn. Jesus.
I hope you all had a great Easter/Passover/Spring day. Whatever makes you sing, you know?