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Tag: Chariots of Fire

“You can praise God by peeling a spud if you peel it to perfection.”*

by chuckofish

The liturgical calendar of the Episcopal Church (USA) remembers Eric Liddell with a feast day on February 22. Isn’t that nice?

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You remember Eric Liddell. He was the Scottish athlete and devout Christian, who refused to run in a heat held on Sunday at the 1924 Olympics in Paris and was forced to withdraw from the 100-metres race, his best event. However, he won the 400 metres. They made a movie about him and Harold Abrahams called Chariots of Fire in 1981. Remarkably it won the Best Picture Oscar. (I blogged about it here.) It is one of my favorite movies.

Anyway, I was unaware that we Episcopalians recognize this worthy missionary on our calendar. I can’t say I approve of all the “saints” so celebrated, but I approve of him.

God whose strength bears us up as on mighty wings: We rejoice in remembering your athlete and missionary, Eric Liddell, to whom you gave courage and resolution in contest and in captivity; and we pray that we also may run with endurance the race set before us and persevere in patient witness, until we wear that crown of victory won for us by Jesus our Savior; who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

–Collect for the day

* Chariots of Fire (1981); screenplay by Colin Welland

Mid-week movie pick

by chuckofish

Our movie pick as the end of the 2012 Olympics approaches is kind of a no-brainer and we have blogged about it already here, but we do love this movie! Chariots of Fire is a 1981 British film, which tells the fact-based story of two athletes in the 1924 Olympics: Eric Liddell, a devout Scottish Christian who runs for the glory of God,

and Harold Abrahams, a determined British Jew who runs to prove he’s as good as (if not better than) anyone else.

Harold does have an enormous chip on his shoulder in the movie, and whether this was the case in “real life” we don’t know. The fact is he ran the 100m race in 10.6, a mere second slower than the great Usain Bolt did a few days ago, eighty-eight years after Abrahams. I say, hats off to Abrahams and Liddell in their old-fashioned shoes and baggy shorts!

The film was written by Colin Welland and directed by Hugh Hudson, and was nominated for seven Academy Awards, winning four, including Best Picture. It is ranked 19th in the British Film Institute’s list of Top 100 British films.

I loved this movie when it was first released in 1981 and saw it 3 times in the theater, before the days of VHS and DVDs made that kind of desperate action unnecessary.

The film’s title was of course inspired by the line, “Bring me my chariot of fire,” from the William Blake poem adapted into the popular British hymn. “Jerusalem” was a popular hymn at our private school, where we sang it often in our morning chapel service. Here is a snippet of the hymn to get you in the mood:

The original phrase “chariot(s) of fire” is from 2 Kings 2:11 and 6:17.

A trinity of Lenten movie picks

by chuckofish

As we hurtle through Lent, I realize that I will not get through all the good movies on my Lenten List unless I “bundle”. So today, I will combine a few suggestions for Lenten viewing in the non-openly-religious category.

My dual personality has blogged about this one already, but Cool Hand Luke (1967), directed by Stuart Rosenberg and starring the inimitable Paul Newman as Luke, is clearly a suitable story for Lent as Luke is clearly a Christ figure surrounded by disciples, for whom he sacrifices his life. A wonderful movie based on the book by Don Pearce, it won only one Academy Award–for supporting actor George Kennedy, who shines in a firmament of spectacular supporting stars, as a stand-in for St. Peter. There were other nominations (for best actor, music and writing)–but please, no best picture, no best director? What were they thinking? And Paul Newman was down-right robbed that year. But enough said. It was a year for southern lawbreakers. Besides Cool Hand Luke, there was In the Heat of the Night, Bonnie and Clyde…and the more politically correct films won: In the Heat of the Night, Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. A fine example of why I hate awards and award shows.

Chariots of Fire (1981), directed by Hugh Hudson and starring Ian Charleson and Ben Cross as two U.K. track athletes is an obvious choice. It is the story of a devout Christian and a determined Jew competing for places on the British 1924 Olympic team. The story of Eric Liddel and his steadfast faith is an inspiring one and not the usual stuff of late 20th century Hollywood. I loved this movie when I first saw it and still enjoy it immensely whenever I watch it. It was such a surprise when it took home the Oscar for best picture. It seemed like such an underdog that year, but it also won for costume design, music and best writing.

I never need an excuse to watch Shane (1953), because it is probably my favorite movie of all time–or at least up there in the Top Five–but if you are so inclined, it also makes for some good Lenten viewing/discussion. Shane is the story of a weary gunfighter who attempts to settle down with some homesteaders, but ends up sacrificing himself for their good. It is the magnus opus of its star, Alan Ladd, and its director, George Stevens. Neither was recognized by the Academy, although the film received multiple nominations, including best picture. It only won for best cinematography (Loyal Griggs) and, boy, did it deserve that one!

This film has a brilliant screenplay by A.B. Guthrie and is masterfully directed, notable for pacing, suspense and, of course, characterization. The “bad guys” in this western are not so bad really and the “good guys” are somewhat hapless. The chance arrival of the mysterious stranger Shane who throws in with the homesteaders upsets the balance and a really bad guy (Jack Palance), the gunslinger Wilson, is called in. It is important to remember when watching this movie that it has been copied badly ad nauseum, so that the original may appear cliched, when it truly is not a cliche. It is the original, a true classic, filled with wonderful archetypal scenes. Who can forget the arrival of Shane, watched from afar by the boy Joey (“I like a man who watches things go on around. It means he’ll make his mark someday.”), the symbolic conquering of the stump in the yard, the fight in the saloon with Chris (“I was just askin’ about sody pop… pigs and taters and one thing and another”), the prairie 4th of July party, the hilltop funeral where Shane quietly rallies the foundering farmers, the muddy showdown between Stonewall and Wilson, Shane’s fight with Joe and his ride into town, and, of course, the final gunfight between Shane and the cattlemen, and the haunting finale (“Shane, come back!”)? Arguably the best western ever, and John Wayne nowhere in sight! (Please note: Alan Ladd as Shane said, “You speakin’ to me?” long before Robert De Niro.)

All of these movies are good ones to watch with family and discuss with your children. They all include many “teachable moments”.