Skip to main content

Raiders of the Lost Ark

I was recently watching a rerun of The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon gets very upset because Amy points out the massive plot issue with Raiders of the Lost Ark.  She remarks that nothing Indy does actually affects the outcome of events.  Apologies to anyone who hadn't already heard this criticism of the film and has now had one of their childhood favourites ruined.  I watched the whole fim from start to finish tonight just to check and she's right.  There's still so much to like about the film though: weird Aztec booby traps, ancient treasure, scary Nazis, a cute monkey and lots of great visual jokes.  

The real reason I was watching Raiders tonight, though, was in order to decide whether I could get away with showing the scary Nazi death scene at the youth weekend away.  We're going to consider some stories from the life of King David, including the bit where David brings the ark of the covenant back to Jerusalem, does some scantily clad dancing and earns the scorn of his missus.  Before all the semi-naked dancing, however, one of the Israelites has died trying to move the ark, apparently because he failed to show proper respect to the holy artefact, and therefore to God himself.  The first book of Samuel, chapter 6, tells us that half a century earlier 70 men were struck down because they looked inside the ark.

Raiders of the Lost Ark is just a story (a really good story) loosely hung on a piece of biblical history.  I was interested to notice the parallels with 2 Samuel 6, however.  The Nazis have been searching for the ark because Hitler believes that if his armies go into battle carrying the ark with them it will bring them victory.  A very unholy motive for pursuing a sacred object.  They find the ark (despite Indy's best efforts) and take it to a Greek island where an archaeologist performs ancient Jewish rites and then opens the ark, hoping to find the broken tablets on which the Ten Commandments were inscribed.  They discover that these precious objects have long since turned to dust.  Their quest has ended in disappointment, it seems.  But although they do not find the artefacts they're after, they encounter something they were not looking for - the power of God.  They are struck down, every last one (with some quite impressive face-melting which I don't think I can get away with showing 14 year olds, even if the film is a 12).

There's an interesting moment when the archaeologist - a baddie with a heart, we have learned, and someone who is passionately committed to finding the ark and its holy contents - realises that it does not contain only dust.  He sees moving lights and ghostly figures and cries out "it's beautiful!" before loudly dying along with the men he's working for.  But I wonder, at that final moment, did he regret it?  For him, was it worth dying to come face to face with God?  

Not that God is anything like a scary ghost that melts people's faces.  Clearly Raiders is far from theologically correct.  But he is both terrible and beautiful.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Halloween

It's that magical time of year again - that one night when my small neighbours knock on my door asking for sweeties.  This year, I'm properly prepared: I have two pumpkins (I wanted five, but decided to be thrifty), a big tub of sweets and a tube of 100 glow sticks.  The sweets are my concession to popular demand; the glow sticks are an attempt to represent light in darkness (a symbolism which will doubtless be lost on the kids).  I'm seeing the pumpkin as my main opportunity to communicate something of my Christian faith to my neighbours. One year, while I was at theological college, Halloween fell on a Sunday.  The new housing estate church I was assigned to met in a church hall on Sunday afternoons and many of the congregation were unaccompanied children.  I googled 'Christian pumpkin carvings' and guess what - there are a lot of ideas out there, America being a country which is big on Halloween and big on Christianity too.  I decided to carve a simple f...

Only connect

Last year on Ash Wednesday I attended an ashing service at St Paul's Cathedral.  The service focused on confessing our sins and asking God's forgiveness.  During the service a berobed priest made the sign of the cross in ash on my forehead.  I thought this was pretty cool and refused my husband's request that I rub it off for the train journey home.  Then we ran into an old work colleague of mine and I felt rather stupid. Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent, is all about sin and repentance - 'sackcloth and ashes' and all that.  But I wonder how many people in the UK today identify with the idea that they are sinners in need of forgiveness?  My final year dissertation at theological college focused on the dilemma of how to call to repentance people who do not think they have anything of which to repent.  I certainly didn't think of myself as a sinner when I first started exploring Christianity.  I knew I wasn't perfect, but hey, who is? I have hea...

Broken at the altar

A new drama series by Jimmy McGovern finished a couple of weeks ago on the BBC. Broken  tells the story of Roman Catholic priest Father Michael Kerrigan, a broken person ministering to other broken people in an unnamed northern city. It's still available on BBC iPlayer and I would encourage you to watch it - only be prepared for a few grim hours. I'll try to avoid spoilers here. Michael has a problem: whenever he celebrates Mass (which I think in the Roman Catholic Church is every day), he has flashbacks. At the moment of consecration - the point at which, Catholics believe, the bread and wine physically become for us the body and blood of Christ - he remembers every shameful thing he's ever done, and every shameful thing that has been done to him. We see his mother screaming at him that he's a dirty, filthy little boy; young women crying because he has treated them badly; mistakes he has made as a priest; people he has let down. His voice falters and he struggles ...