A few nights back my girlfriend made me watch Jesus Christ Superstar, a film I’ve spent the last two decades actively avoiding. In case you don’t know this, and I sincerely hope you don’t, Jesus Christ Superstar is a remarkably bad film with remarkably dated, unlistenable music. Worse, the Jesus Christ of this film has nothing nice to say about anyone and spends the entire film seeming terribly put upon. In one scene he complains to god about having to die. In the beginning I was inspired, he sings, but now I’m just tired. I found myself wanting him to be crucified just so he’d shut up already.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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