Leather mini skirts.
I don’t know why the martyrdom of Saint Sebastian has served as a thinly veiled vehicle to express a man’s lust for his fellow man for the past few centuries, but it has. The fact that the saint has been drawn as a sexual ideal about to achieve orgasmic fulfillment, is obvious to me. I don’t find it erotic, but I can see it was clearly intended to be.
You don’t mean this do you (crap, are Brokeback jokes totally over)?
No. One of the gay cowboys will be playing the Joker in the next Batman film. Now there’s a relationship with some homoerotic subtext (Hell, in Dark Knight Returns it’s practically text).
Word!
The volleyball scene? Not so much. But I just watched a scene from that movie that featured Tom Cruise, clad only in BVDs, bent over a sink in front of Tom Skerrit. Now that’s some fine homoeroticism, right there!
Sounds like it would make a much better and more inspirational movie than The Passion (where Barabbas appears but briefly as an insolent tongue-wagging creep).
The Joker?! Gay?! NEVER!!
Also, the film calls him a murderer, but IIRC the Gospels say he was a thief.
Richard Fleischer, director of *Soylent Green * and Red Sonja, made a not-great film of it in 1962. Anthony Quinn is pretty good in the title role, but the film entirely lacks the power of the novel.
Well, no, depending on the Gospels, they say he was “a bandit” or “in an riot” or “killed someone in a riot”. You might be thinking of the two thieves who are crucified next to Jesus.
Dismas was the apocryphally named “Good Thief” who, in the Gospel of Luke {where he is not named}, reproved Gestas, the other thief {also apocryphally named}, for taunting Christ for being unable to save them: Dismas pointed out that they were being justly punished whereas Christ was innocent, and asked Christ to remember him. He was thus assured of his place in heaven, and was later promoted to being the patron saint of criminals.
–and the subject of a cheesy gangster-romance called The Hoodlum Saint, with William Powell, Angela Lansbury, and Esther Williams.
“Josephus, do you like satyr plays about… gladiators?”
Sadly, Passion of the Christ’s long running time necessitated the editing of certain scenes:
INT.-- THE LAST SUPPER. JESUS STRIPS DOWN TO A LOINCLOTH AND KNEELS BEFORE PETER.
PETER:
Um… what the hell are you doing?
JESUS:
Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.
PETER:
Quit washing my feet, please. Stop touching me!
JESUS:
If you don’t let me wash your feet, you get nothing later.
SIMON PETER:
Say, I’d like a double helping of that action!
PHILIP:
Hey, the delivery guy’s here with the food!
JESUS:
Oh dear! I’ve just realized, I have no money! However shall I pay him?
SCORE: CUE '70s ELECTRIC GUITAR
as well as being proof that God does not grade on a curve.
Hmm. Nope, not parsing.
I didn’t particularly care for it, but BARABBAS was indeed made into a movie (late 50s) with Anthony Quinn.
Well, presumably Gestas didn’t make it into Paradise: however, if I were nailed to a couple of bits of wood next to a guy who claimed to be the Son of God and yet did nothing to alleviate our mutual plights, most people would allow me at least a little leeway when it came to the odd barbed remark. Not God, whom it would seem has a strict pass or fail grading system when it comes to salvation: astringent comments, even made in extremis, apparently disqualify one from entry.
[hijack about St. Sebastian]
The homoeroticism of the martyrdom of St. Sebastian doesn’t end with him being penetrated by multiple, hard shafts. One of the most famous paintings of the saint was by an Italian artist whose real name escapes me at the mo’, but whose nickname was Il Sodomo. Now, I’ve heard that this is an unintentional corruption of another name, but come on. This whole thing bleeds homoeroticism.
Also, I seem to remember that St. Sebastian was not, in fact, martyred by the arrows. He survived the pincushion treatment, recovered, and was later martyred by being clubbed to death (by some cad’s long, thick, throbbing uh, tool.)
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Sebastien, by Pierre et Gilles. And a Pierre et Gilles Crucifixion. Safe for work, but, uh, homoerotic. Really homoerotic.
Warning: some of the images on those sites, in particular the first link, may not be safe, depending on where you work. It’s art and everything, but browse at your own peril.