It's the Conquistadores! We're Saved!
I haven't seen Apocalypto and have no intention of doing so. I loved Braveheart, but gave up on Mel Gibson's fetish for bloody torture at The Passion of the Christ, a truly revolting misuse of Scripture that convinced me that Mel is one deserted cabin in the woods away from becoming a serial killer. Apocalypto isn't just hyper-violent and wildly historically and culturally inaccurate, though; it's also a two hour racist apologetic for the genocide of North American Indians. The Indians had it coming, you see, because they were violent (where have I heard this argument before?) and the kindly Christian missionaries "saved" them from themselves. And, lest you yo ne gv think you are getting off easily, it's apparently also a metaphor for how modern civilization is doomed unless it embraces Gibson's crypto-falangist, Twelfth Century Catholic dogma.
Labels: Native American