Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

OMG It’s Doubt!

I just saw Doubt, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman and Meryl Streep. And I am really annoyed. The whole basis of the film rests upon the whimsical ideas of a couple of dumb wenches (and I mean that in the specific case, not as slander against the sex), one a cold-hearted, zealous conservative, and the other a pure-hearted, naive twit, who I really wanted to smack with a fish btw. Basically, you’re there just to watch people argue – nein, that would be an insult to the word ‘argue’, so rather, you’re there just to watch people shout over nothing, with conviction, which admittedly can still be entertaining. Or aggravating.

So yeah, the movie succeeds in giving me an emotional rise. But apparently it was supposed to give me a sense of doubt at the end. I felt no such doubt because the entire premise of said doubt had no sane foundation. It’s not that I feel that there was one correct truth; it’s just that the journey seemed like an exercise in absurdity between fools. Even the witch hunts of the 15th century were starting to make more sense. You know, maybe Jane really was practicing the black arts.

While I understand that such behavior is completely realistic, is it noble enough to be worth the price of admission and time? I would have my doubts (hey, hey!). Any dumbass can come up with a personal truth. How long do I really want to watch the invisible dogs fight? I’m suddenly reminded of an individual who felt, with the assistance of drugs, that he had become God himself. Arguing is futile. You cannot argue against God.

In any case, I really don’t feel that the focus of the film was to address the dangers of irrationality. If it had been, I think I would have been less annoyed. Rather, as the title suggests, I think it was going for the effects of ‘doubt.’ But that’s all overshadowed by aggressive ignorance.

Thankfully, though, the acting and camera work were pretty good, and for that, I think it’s worth watching. It becomes a set of interesting character pieces. Hoffman pulls off a compassionate, wise priest, a nice contrast from his evil MI:3 self; Streep fiercely executes the strict, self-righteous nun; and Amy Adams convincingly, the innocent lamb. In that sense, I can’t really say that the movie was bad; in fact, for all intents and purposes, based on my usual personal criteria, I may even have to say that it was quite good to be fair. But it’s just so fucking irritating.

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