I came across a conversation this morning from someone who happened to also belong to a Christian sect, talking to one of my co-workers who'd seen the premiere of "Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith" last night. She was inquiring as to the child-safe nature of the film, and how violent and sexually graphic the film might be. If the picture displayed any trace instances of either, she'd consider completely forbiding her kids from going anywhere near the theater. Sound familiar?
She probed my colleague's assessment of the movie, asking specifically about any love scenes. He replied by saying the film would be, in his opinion, completely OK for today's kids. "There's swordplay, some fights, gunfire," he recapped, "and a quick beheading, but that's minor. That's about it." Her reply? "That's fine...but there's no sex, right? A fight is OK with me, but I won't let them watch a movie with people making flippy-flop."
This I have a problem with. Not necessarily religious zealots, not moral elitists - but people that let what they think is piety create a system of misaligned morals.
This being an application of a thing that really irks me, I joined the conversation by asking why her morally-rooted parenting practice restricted her offspring from receiving sensory input of the act of intimacy, yet permitted her kids witnessing an act of violence. I prodded, asking why she wouldn't allow her kids to see a love scene, because inline with one of the major tenets of her faith, they'll themselves someday engage in the act of bumping uglies. Man was not meant to be alone, you know, and as such it's assumed that they will someday themselves fall in love...and eventually have sex.
And futher building on this concept - and perhaps more disturbing - she was perfectly alright with letting her kids witness what essentially are fabricated acts of murder. Which obviously isn't a Christian thing to do.
Come on now - it's Star Wars. If any "sex" scenes do exist, they'll be relegated to being tame, brief makeouts or a scene depicting intimate love...not a full-on, 200 MPH, jackhammer porno. What did you expect? Briana Banks getting buck wild with Anakin Skywalker, saying, "Yeah, baby...gimme that lightsaber..."? Use some common sense.
I find it interesting, and certainly not unique, how often this happens. People reject the face value of intimacy caputred on film and grossly underestimate the impacts of violence.
But recalling a bigger predication of my faith, I fall back on Luke 6:37 ("judge not, lest ye be judged"). So who am I to say who's right?