My last post was a review of a review. This is my own perspective. I advise everyone to prepare their minds, put on the “helmet,” perhaps we can call it, before watching the movie, so as to be prepared to “give an answer,” in Paul’s phrase, when others ask what our opinion is. Very few of the people I have discussed this Kabbalistic worldview problem with knew anything at all about the subject. Why is that? For the same reason “Johnny can’t read”: no one taught him. Dr. Mattson reserves his ire for the leaders of the church who have commented on and/or recommended that Christians see the film without noticing anything Kabbalistic or gnostic about it. Perhaps no one taught them. Do seminaries teach these things?
So I waited to add my reaction, because I’m not an expert. I wanted everyone to read the expert’s guidance before hearing what I thought as I sat through the thing.
This is a profoundly wicked movie. For a start, I consider it an evil thing to “bait and switch” the Christian community in this way, setting them up to debate a Hollywoodized version of a Bible story, when in fact it is a story drawn from an intensely anti-biblical place. And to hoodwink a Kabbalah/gnostic-ignorant Christian leadership into encouraging the flock to view the picture as a way to debate Hollywood’s treatment of the Bible is especially cynical. Despicable.
Of course, Aronofsky makes no bones about his being an atheist, and his movies have all been saturated with Kabbalistic and gnostic themes, so he can’t be said to have been hiding anything. It is, indeed, a failure of the Church. This should have been seen a mile away, which is the heart of Dr. Mattson’s lament. How does one spell “Laodicea”? Am I being harsh? Good. I am entirely self-taught, which makes me intensely aware of what I do not know, and so endlessly seek correction. It also makes me open to questions that would not be acceptable in Laodicean seminaries. But enough about me. What did I think of the picture?
In the Biblical account, rogue members of the Divine Council (those guys in Job 2 and Psalm 82, I Kings 22:20-23, among others; if you don’t know about it, look up Michael Heiser, and reserve a week or so of sleepless nights as you excitedly plough through astonishing biblical realities no one ever told you about) “left their own domain,” “abandoned their proper abode,” that is, they decided to set up shop here on Earth, to subvert God’s plan for newly created mankind. They were the cause of the conditions that necessitated the Flood. So God put them in Tartarus, the deepest part of Hell, where they remain today, awaiting God’s final judgement (Jude 6, 2 Peter 2).
In the movie, they came to help Adam, which made “the creator” mad. In the Bible, their extraordinarily harsh punishment has to do with the fact that they raped human women, creating a hybrid race of offspring, called “nephilim,” whose propensity for violence came to dominate human society, and whose genetic contribution to the human gene pool became close to universal. In the movie, there are no nephilim, only these well-meaning “Watchers,” so unfairly stigmatized by “the creator,” who caused them to become encased in frozen lava, so that they look like huge, walking piles of rock–with light shining between the chinks. Their spirits have been trapped in crude, material bounds by a vindictive, unsympathetic “creator.” No way such beings would be capable of sex with human women.
In any event, the watchers build the Ark for Noah, and protect his camp like a praetorian guard. Needless to say, with that kind of labor at your disposal, it doesn’t take the Bible’s 120 years; Noah’s kids have barely grown up by the time the project is finished. Towards the end, when Noah’s enemies try to steal the Ark, they manage to kill the “Watchers,” who, liberated from their material prisons, burst into heaven, returning to their rightful place. The movie does not tell us what “the creator” thinks about that. This is pure, unadulterated, gnosticism, and it is painful to watch–if you know what you’re looking at.
“The creator” never speaks in the movie, even though God is quite chatty with Noah in the Biblical account, giving him advice and instruction all along the way, and then making a permanent covenant with humanity in the end, through Noah, sealed with a sign: every time we see a rainbow, we are to be reminded of it. God has done this to rescue humanity, and give it a fresh start, freed from the corruption the criminal alien Divine Council members inflicted on a “very good” creation. What does this despicable film tell us? Well, God is entirely silent, for one thing. Noah can only infer what he must do, by interpreting his dreams, and also by an induced dream his witch doctor grandfather, Methuselah, gave him via a drugged cup of tea. His mission: to ensure that the world, after he rescues the animals, will be free from the cancer of humanity. “The creator” wants him to kill his whole family, the last survivors–or at least ensure that they cannot procreate, which is essentially the same thing. Man is a curse upon the earth. The killing that lions and pythons and black widow spiders do is good. Human beings are evil.
Now this is particularly rich. We all know the story: Noah has a wife, and all their sons have wives. Eight people. It is a detail every Flood story across the globe retains. Not here. Noah only allows a girl on board because he knows she can’t bear children. She is one son’s girlfriend, so she’s no threat to his conception of “the creator’s” mission. Both the other boys are denied female companionship, infertile or no. Everyone knows that there will be no girls waiting when the floodwaters recede. But that’s the way “the creator” wants it. Tragically, Noah is married to a woman with human emotions, and she seeks out the witch doctor, Methuselah, who heals the girl. Noah knows nothing about this. She gets pregnant–with twin girls! I know what you’re thinking! Aronofsky finally got to the number eight, and these girls will eventually be wives for the two bachelor boys! Brilliant!
Not so much. First, they have a stowaway (don’t ask), so that would make nine, but the real problem is that “the creator” wants no humans to survive, so Noah has to murder the babies. As he tells one of his sons: the creator chose me not because I am good, but because he needed someone to get the job done. Kind of like Don Corleone.
Well, “the creator” chose the wrong man, after all, because he just couldn’t live up to that monster’s expectations. (Come to think about it, “the creator” might not be so much Don Corleone, who is actually kind of sympathetic, but more akin to the Joe Pesci character in Goodfellas–a mindless, heartless murderer.) Poor old Noah simply couldn’t do it. He had the knife drawn, and it looks like he was going for the eye socket, and he knows that he’s got “the creator’s” contract to waste these crumby human scum, but he lets him down. Maybe it’s because his dad worshiped Lucifer, the good god, and simply can’t in the end play for the other team. Who knows? He regrets it bitterly, until the end of the movie, when he is reunited with the skin of the serpent from the Garden of Eden (the good guy, remember?), and gets to confer satanic “enlightenment” on the twin girls. So all turns out for the best, after all! A new human race, all worshiping the serpent. Take that, “creator”!
And the covenant God made with the real Noah, in the Bible? The one where God talks to Noah, and confirms it with a rainbow? Well, you better be paying attention, because while “the creator” does not speak, natch’, we do see a point of light in the sky that starts to blow rainbow-colored rings. Rings. Like a snake eating its tail, perhaps? Not one, lest you miss the point. One after another. The end.
Point taken, Darren. I wonder who gets it, though?