I appreciate in turn the fact that you're bringing these qualities up, because I think it would annoy me too much to watch this movie. Part of me got excited about Hugh Grant, but not enough to sit through this sort of thing. I'm remembering anew why I don't hang out with other atheists.
I am glad my griping on the internet has served as an early warning system! It has made me conclude that if I feel like watching religious horror, its baseline should be at least the caliber of conversation I am getting in these comments.
For Hugh Grant and horror, I just remembered there's always The Lair of the White Worm (1988), which almost certainly doesn't count, but you get a Peter Capaldi on the side.
(Cue the scene from Dogma where the nun has one slightly uncomfortable conversation that sends her into a screaming breakdown and she indulges in every sin in the book.)
Hah. Yes. Ouch.
The quote above also reminds me of a story told by a mutual friend whose online handle I forget, who had met a man who found cosmic horror very comforting; the idea being that he had grown up being told that God was watching his every move and had opinions about everything he did. The idea of an impersonal cosmos, where the gods didn't exist or else didn't give a shit about humans, was lovely and relaxing for him.
That makes sense to me and I am glad to hear that someone introduced him to cosmicism. I find great comfort in the idea of the sea and the stars outlasting me and everything to do with the notion of this world as God's proving ground wigs me right out.
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I am glad my griping on the internet has served as an early warning system! It has made me conclude that if I feel like watching religious horror, its baseline should be at least the caliber of conversation I am getting in these comments.
For Hugh Grant and horror, I just remembered there's always The Lair of the White Worm (1988), which almost certainly doesn't count, but you get a Peter Capaldi on the side.
(Cue the scene from Dogma where the nun has one slightly uncomfortable conversation that sends her into a screaming breakdown and she indulges in every sin in the book.)
Hah. Yes. Ouch.
The quote above also reminds me of a story told by a mutual friend whose online handle I forget, who had met a man who found cosmic horror very comforting; the idea being that he had grown up being told that God was watching his every move and had opinions about everything he did. The idea of an impersonal cosmos, where the gods didn't exist or else didn't give a shit about humans, was lovely and relaxing for him.
That makes sense to me and I am glad to hear that someone introduced him to cosmicism. I find great comfort in the idea of the sea and the stars outlasting me and everything to do with the notion of this world as God's proving ground wigs me right out.