Pullman’s movie is not even entertaining NY Post

Film critic Lou Lumineck has this to say on Hollywood’s latest wonderflop, the preach-atheism-to-kiddies film some genius thought would be the perfect family film Christmas release:

I just wanted to complain that there is only one decent action sequence in this lavishly produced flick — a fight between two CGI bears that drew the only reaction from the audience at last night’s screening at the Empire — and reams of dull exposition. Bill Donohue of the Catholic League has been publicizing the movie by claiming it’s an anti-religious tract, as much as it pains me to say so, this self-appointed no-nothing may actually have something of a point. You don’t need to be a Jesuit scholar to figure out that the film’s bad guys who keep complaining about heretics — led by Nicole Kidman, looking even more like a CGI character than those bears — are clearly meant to be reps of the Catholic Church, even before you get a glimpse of their Vatican-like headquarters.

This was why I hated, simply hated, the FANTASTIC FOUR movie. It had only one action sequence, and that was lame.

Now I have to admit, that I have a right to a frisson of Schadenfreude here, because the atheist camp of which I was so long a member, and which I served so loyalty, and which I told everyone was a bastion of aloofly hyper-rational Houyhnhnms,has been taken over by the highly-emotional and highly-strung yahoos. Instead of the cool and aloof Bertrand Russell or the calm and dispassionate Carl Sagan as the foremost spokesmen for my beloved Brights, these days they have potty-mouth socialist drunk Christopher Hitchens, mentally awkward Richard Dawkins, the bitter Phil Pullman. I am lucky I got out when I did: but these guy nonetheless have demeaned a philosophical position that should be defended with an honest, rational argument, not with mere emotionalism and nose-in-the-air arrogance. I am not in their camp any more, but I still have a right to curse the harpies who defiled it.

Instead, I am disappointed and saddened. I rather liked the first book in this series, and thought maybe Hollywood could revise and rewrite the second the third to give it some much needed plot-logic. Maybe they could come up with a CGI beastie that would depict the utterly disgusting four-wheeled elephant-things from the third book: I know most people must not have the mental image I took away, which was revolting. So, no glee in the misfortune for me: The ads for this movie looked swell, and I was probably going to go see it on the big screen. I thought it would not be that bad.

But no. When the New York Post (not exactly a bastion of conservative thought) is criticizing a film for its heavy-handed anti-clericalism, I no doubt would be better entertained by watching the second MATRIX movie again.

Love the armored bears fighting scene in the book. Loved it. Loved the icy witches of lapland flying through the air on rafters. Loved the evil scientist named Asrael. How could they get this wrong? They have an evil gorgeous mad scientist woman who experiments on children and robs them of their souls! This is seriously Princess Aura level pulp! How could they make a movie and screw this up?

Well, let us not be hasty. This is only one reviewer. Who trust reviews anyway?

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