I've learned how to laugh and I've learned how to pray
We have a long-standing ritual in our house: John Grisham releases a new book, and my wife buys it for me for Valentine’s or our anniversary, depending on the time of year when it comes out. We’ve had this ritual for many years now; Mr. Grisham is sharing space on the bookshelf with some mountaineering books, and the pile of additional Grishams in front of the bookshelf indicates that the mountaineering books need to go elsewhere.
From John Piper’s response to Lecrae’s recent interview with Truth’s Table. You should listen to the latter and read the former, in that order.
John Piper and a few million other supposed natives didn’t vote for Donald Trump. We don’t think unrepentant lechers should be president. We don’t think Robert E. Lee is a simple embodiment of nobility. We don’t think the confederate flag can fly with impunity. We don’t think kneeling for justice desecrates the other flag. We are baffled that Philando Castile’s shooter walks free. We are dismayed at the nationwide resurgence of manifest racial antagonism. We don’t think “systemic” is an unintelligible word.
Making a great motion picture isn’t that difficult. All it really takes are two things. There must be a cast made up of actors who can handle any demand, from a heart-pounding moment of drama to a free-for-all comedy assault. It’s also mandatory to have a script that evokes real emotions without being cloying, takes a smart look at life without coming across as seeing the world through a superior viewpoint and presents dialogue rich in subtleties delivered in a real world manner.
Rick Bentley
I am not the target audience for Gilmore Girls.
Gilmore Girls was on the WB, was ostensibly about a mother/daughter (Lorelei/Rory) who were best friends, and had a lot of talking. A lot of talking. Enough talking to make Aaron Sorkin look terse. Scripts for the show were famously 50% longer than any other show on TV because there was SO. MUCH. TALKING.
All of that means the target audience was a third to half my age and a different gender.
And yet, were I to have to choose between my heretofore favorite comedy (the first five years of Cheers) and GG for the infamous desert island, I would be hard-pressed to pick.
This week’s laugh-out-loud moment, courtesy of the Babylon Bee.
I’ll just note a few differences and/or comments.