A dear and esteemed friend has privately objected to the strong language I used yesterday in reviewing The Grey. Well, what can I say? That movie really cheesed me off. In fact, I’m still angry.
Let us not forget that a movie is a story that is told, and nothing happens in the movie that the screenplay writers didn’t want to happen. In this case, I think it’s obvious that the purpose of this screenplay was to create a two-hour infomercial for atheism. The writers manipulated events so that, at the end of the movie, they could say to their audience, “See? There is no God! There’s only do0m, defeat, and despair!” And they took a great deal of trouble to set us up for this.
As a storyteller myself, I resent this abuse of the storyteller’s art. What kind of message is that–“It doesn’t matter what we do, there is no God, and we’re stuck”?
I’ll tell you what kind of message it is. It’s a lie. And it’s lies like this that are turning our Western civilization into a ruin. Shame on those who told it. Shame on Liam Neeson for prostituting his talent to it. Shame on all who are so in love with their own cleverness that they’re not clever enough to understand they’re serving Satan.