Well, it was definately a multi-media entertainment experience. The
film featured:
- Filthy roman soldiers in rags (nice and authentic),
- Rubber snakes and plastic trees (no twinkies though),
- Human blood, gore, whipping, nails, stoning, and such,
- Gallons of animal blood (so much they had a special sewer system just
for it) not to mention goat's stomach, kidneys, intestine, and testicles.
Interestingly enough, the romans, devils, and angels all spoke with
British accents.
However the multi-media presentation commenced before the film itself
(and no, I'm not talking about the goobers on the floor). We were
frisked going into the theatre. The front rows of the theater were
blocked off and there were security guards along the walls the whole
time. The film was sabotaged just when the Romans came to take the big
J (toke up!) from the garden. Allegedly it was the work of the
Christians, although I also heard the suggestions that it was "the will
of god" and "an O-ring failure."
Best of all, of course, was the free floor show outside. Hords of
chanting christians telling me I would burn in hell (as if it isn't hot
enough here already). They had lots of extra signs; I picked one up
which read "This film is the work of the DEVEL" and strode through the
crowd. They sang "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot;" I sang "Plastic Jesus"
which seemed to confuse them. I may have managed to get on television.
Tomorrow I go back to get pictures of me in a Grateful Dead skeleton
T-shirt, brandishing a protest sign. I then think I'll park my car in
the parking lot and play the tape deck loudly. Which song? Why "Friend
of the Devil" of course.
