• @[email protected]
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    375 months ago

    Probably “Passion of the Christ”. It was really hard to watch, didn’t make it to the end.

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      365 months ago

      I still remember part of a review I saw when this was new. It said:

      Jesus suffered for our sins. Now its your turn.

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        55 months ago

        I dunno man I made out with a chick when I was a kid watching it. They were giving tickets out for free and we were horny and didn’t give af. My blue balls probably suffered though.

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      Hard to watch? Other than the obvious brutality of the crucifixion, I remember that movie as being a middle of the road flick. The Aramaic dialogue was pretty cool though.

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      95 months ago

      The church I was forced to go to as a child did a whole youth group and parents trip to the movies to see it. Thought it was pretty interesting the stuff I wasn’t allowed to watch, but that torture porn feature was a-OK for the kiddies.

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      95 months ago

      Ah, haven’t seen it. I was teenager when it came out, my fundamentalist parents were praising it but didn’t allow me to watch it because of the 18+ rating in Finland. Never bothered to watch it later in life

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      85 months ago

      I was Catholic at the time of its release. My church was literally giving away tickets so people could see it. I swear the Catholic Church is 1 giant circlejerk of virtue signaling trying to see who can suffer the most.

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      My parents forced me to watch it I think right before I entered my teens, in theatre.

      They had not even noticed that after the flogging scene, I started crying, vomiting and having a panic attack and walked out of the theatre, just sat outside the theatre, sobbing after being completely fucking traumatized after a Christian childhood up to that point not being allowed to curse, show any kind of disrespect to anyone, having been utterly kept from anything anywhere near that viscerally violent.

      Again, they didn’t even realize I was gone until the movie was over.

      Can you guess that I don’t talk to my parents any more, they probably think I am dead, and I hope they do actually believe I am dead?