I took a couple of my young lions to see Noah, thinking it would be a possible activity for the larger group of millennials to do together in a couple weeks. We were sorta scouting it out.
Me and the boys.
What could go wrong?
A third of the way in, I was uneasy. The next third I was squirming. The final third I was seasick – and not from the flood. To put it in perspective, I turned on my Twitter and set to tweeting my real-time commentaries.
With apologies, the third tweet down should’ve read “un-Message Bible”. Sorry, Mr. Peterson.
I could opine endlessly about Noah (the Aronofsky “Rocked-out” version, not the factual Genesis account), but I’m going to leave that to these two guys. I’ve read many outtakes and takeaways from this epic-ally stupefying film, but these two are the best on the internet that I’ve found. I promise, no Rock-people.
Take it away, gents. Get us to shore. Safely.