This week, I rented a movie that I wish I had not seen. Sure, it had funny moments – some that made me laugh out loud. But it was also filled profane language, crude and crass references, and even sexually-charged scenes that should have made me blush.
Here’s the problem: they didn’t.
Like most of you, I have become desensitized to the filth produced by Hollywood. I suppose it was inevitable. After all, every television show, every movie, even most commercials feature language and references that conflict with my world-view, and at some point, the only way to keep watching was to allow my heart to develop callouses.
Otherwise, I would be forced to admit what entertians me . . . and maybe even choose different options.
I continue to resist that path.
In the midst of that internal conflict, I recently read this article by one of my favorite authors, Craig Groeschel. Many of you may know Groeschel from his EXCELLENT book The Christian Atheist. He followed that up with a sequel entitled Weird.
This article, What’s the Big &%#*! Deal about Profanity?, explores the disconnect that I just described – the battle between the purity that God wants for us, and the muck in which we continue to revel.
To whet your appetite, here is a quote from the article:
Recently, when I asked a friend for recommendations of a good movie to rent, he responded enthusiastically, “Have you seen The Hangover? It may be the funniest movie I’ve ever seen!” Excited about a potentially great comedy, I asked a couple of my staff members about the movie. They too had seen it and said it was a riot and must see.
Since I wasn’t sure what The Hangover was rated, my last check point involved doing a little research to see if this was a movie for the whole family or one just for me and my wife to watch together. What I discovered floored me.
According to www.screenit.com, this comedy has more than its fair share of non-family-friendly scenes, intense language, and sexual situations. The rough spots include 91 different variations of the f-bomb (apparently it can function as noun, verb, adjective — maybe even a conjunction for all I know), 41 excretory words, 14 references to a person’s behind, 13 “hells,” and nine slang terms for male anatomy. To top it all off, this hilarious movie has 31 different versions of taking God’s name in vain.
When I told my friends and staff members that the movie had 91 f-bombs, which averages out to approximately one version of the “f” word per minute, they were all shocked. “Really? I didn’t even notice” was the most common response.
Really… you didn’t notice one “f” word each minute?
Groeschel than proceeds to wrestle with this question: “So, what is the magic number?” How much is too much?
I hope you will continue reading the article, and then post your thoughts below. (Click HERE to read it).