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In an attempt to clarify my problem with Ang Lee’s “The Life of Pi” I pulled the book upon which the film is based off my not-quite-finished-reading shelf and looked at the conclusion of the story as told by Yann Martel.
In his review of Ang Lee’s “The Life of Pi” Drew McWeeny articulates well my frustration at the end of the film.
Ang Lee’s film The Life of Pi is a big beautiful fantasy adventure. The 3-D special effects are spectacular. The computer-generated wildlife is deeply convincing. The acting is good. And, although a little over-long, the story is generally engaging.
This past Christmas the person in my life who regularly fulfills the important task of struggling to bring my cultural education up to date, gave me Colm Toibin’s novella The Testament of Mary (Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 2012).
Yesterday Maureen Dowd posted an op-ed piece by her friend Roman Catholic priest Father Kevin O’Neal in which he ponders the challenge of celebrating Christmas in the face of the darkness and chaos that so often seem to characterize so much of life.
As he leaves his role as Archbishop of Canterbury, I will miss the wise and poetic voice of Rowan Williams.
Every year, for the past eighteen years, I have written a story to read to the children who attend the church where I serve on Christmas Day.
In response to this morning’s post, a teacher from northern BC sent me a beautiful song he wrote and recorded with some of the children in his school.
In those days a decree went out from Emperor Augustus that all the world should be registered… Joseph also went from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to the city of David called Bethlehem… He went to be registered with Mary, to whom he was engaged and who was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for her to deliver her child. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn. (Luke 2:1-7)
In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leapt in her womb. (Luke 1:39-41)