Saved! gets so much right. Teen movies often drench in bittersweet bullshit and harmless crises. In this film, the heroine screws up big and the lives around her are impacted in a huge way (and with a fantastic cast). This isn’t a piss-ant John Hughes movie where Molly Ringwald schleps around complaining – these are people facing true epiphanies in their beliefes. Drop in a dash of Heathers and you’ve got a great and funny movie.
I don’t want to write too much without giving it away. It is funny and meaningful and illustrates the faith-crisis that most of us find ourselves in during our late high school and early 20s. I remember Angie, a girl in my high school class that had a daily relationship with her guardian angel. I remember confessing my sins to a monk by candlelight during our Senior Retreat (the last time I was in confession). I remember the nagging feeling that a white man on a cloud worrying about my genitals seemed like the most ridiculous notion on which to base a world religion. And that strange feel that I thought some guys were so damned cool that I wanted to be them (being with them was the later epiphany).
I don’t have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. I don’t even think I see him as my savior. I just don’t feel all that damned lately. I often don’t even think that Jesus actually existed. And, for me, that doesn’t even matter. Just like it doesn’t matter if the Buddha ever existed. I see the Gospels as a model for living a life. A possible path (and lately everyone seems to forget those Beatitudes, eh?). Same with Siddhartha. These are all possible roadmaps for a life that collective groups of people have found useful and valuable.
I don’t feel all that spiritual lately. And I’m not sure if that is because I am pretty much absent from a house or habit or worship or because I am too deeply in the zone of The Lord’s Work.
At the San Mateo conference, I talked during lunch with some of my fellow attendees about these topics. I guess I see my blogging work as my ministry. That sounds sort of weird. But why should my ministry be this Other Thing instead of what I’m doing right now. I do call myself a blogging evangelist. Just like my sister’s massage business is her ministry. I guess the apex I’m reaching is that business can be ministry. And why shouldn’t it?
My favorite moment of Saved was when a pregnant teen is being shuttled away in an ambulance. There’s only room for one other person in the ambluance.
The Baby’s Father: I’m the father.
The Pregnant Teen’s Boyfriend: I’m the boyfriend.
The Baby’s Father’s Boyfriend: I’m his boyfriend.
In those three lines the whole movie is encapsulated – the crisis of family, faith and identity.
Funny film and I love when Hillary Duff hurls a bible at a girl screaming I AM FILLED WITH CHRIST’S LOVE!
Or is it Mandy Moore – aren’t they interchangeable?