shelve the analysis
Pat Holmes' review of the 'The Passion of the Christ' gives the term 'media cynicism' a delightful new twist (An unholy commotion, Weekend Life, Feb. 27).
My wife and I have seen the movie, and to call it a graphic depiction of Jesus' last 12 hours is an understatement.
If one's understanding of history is thinly veiled behind a wall of rhetoric or public opinion, this movie will stir nothing in your soul with the exception of anger. However, if you consider yourself a student of history and accept the Biblical account of the four Gospels as written, you will find this movie quite realistic.
The review's author surmises that Mel Gibson is suffering from a form of pre-emptive martyrdom. But what I find curiously absent from the article is a list of psychological qualifications usually found behind a person of Holmes' importance, such as M.D., Ph.D., M.A. or L.C.S.W.
Perhaps today's movie critics are capable of ascertaining and classifying the mental health of various directors through their work. And don't forget the Diane Sawyer interview in which she asks Gibson if he was anti-Semitic and did he think Jews killed Jesus. Perhaps all media types have special abilities when it comes to analyzing mental health.
I hope Gibson continues in this series, perhaps with a Moses film or one about the Apostle Paul.
of gender stereotypes
Leave it to the woman whose favorite columns are about telling us all to stop wearing clothes we like and spend a fortune on lame designer fashions to also tell us that people like Barbara and Allan Pease can help sort through the 'battle of the sexes' (Why we can't all get along, Weekend Life, Feb. 20).
Sure, people are different from one another, and that must be realized for them to get along, but those differences lie well beyond the completely stereotypical gender-specific assertions the Peases make.
So what if Barbara Pease can't parallel park or read a map Ñ hooey for her. I can do both Ñ and better than my husband. My husband owns three times the number of shoes that I do and states that every outfit begins with the right pair of shoes.
So please don't add fuel to the fire by promoting these relics of the Dark Ages, and stop wasting our time with stories about close-minded, prejudicial folks.
Please stick to city's
The Tribune's Feb. 3 story on Kobe Bryant ('He kissed me. I can't explain it') is the definition of 'distractive journalism': a story that leads people away from the crucial news of the day or week.
Far more relevant local stories were occurring, and the Tribune editors chose a tabloid story. That day, during the open forum at the City Council meeting, a local activist presented video evidence of police misconduct to a stunned council. Outrageous misconduct was documented for all to see.
Let's hope Tribune readers are given a chance to find out what is happening on the streets of Portland, rather than the sex life of Kobe Bryant.