Every once in a while a cultural artefact comes along that is so close to perfection it tends to obliterate everything around it. In recent times PJ Harvey's White Chalk is an obvious example, this wet Bank Holiday weekend brought me another - the extraordinary Lourdes from director Jessica Hausner. Pilgrim Catholics on dusty coach tours shuffled and mumbled as slick willy priests promised miracles to the incurably sick and terminally ill. Or rather they re-defined miracles as things mostly to do with the soul when faced with the fact that the healing waters of Mary's tears (no I did not make this up) just don't work on the desperate bodies seeking a way out of their God-given burden. As per a previous post, Lourdes was ranked alongside Rome and Ireland in the Holy Trinity of Places For Catholics To Visit when I was a kid. Thank the Lordy Lordy we could never afford it.
Tuesday 4 May 2010
I Confess
Every once in a while a cultural artefact comes along that is so close to perfection it tends to obliterate everything around it. In recent times PJ Harvey's White Chalk is an obvious example, this wet Bank Holiday weekend brought me another - the extraordinary Lourdes from director Jessica Hausner. Pilgrim Catholics on dusty coach tours shuffled and mumbled as slick willy priests promised miracles to the incurably sick and terminally ill. Or rather they re-defined miracles as things mostly to do with the soul when faced with the fact that the healing waters of Mary's tears (no I did not make this up) just don't work on the desperate bodies seeking a way out of their God-given burden. As per a previous post, Lourdes was ranked alongside Rome and Ireland in the Holy Trinity of Places For Catholics To Visit when I was a kid. Thank the Lordy Lordy we could never afford it.
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