By Julie Denice Griffin
The light of the Christmas star to you. The warmth of home and hearth to you. The cheer and good will of friends to you. The hope of a childlike heart to you. The joy of a thousand angels to you. The love of the Son and God's peace to you - Irish Christmas Blessing
It seemed pertinent to begin the Christmas season of film reviews with the story of little Lamb, a girl who always said, prayed and did everything expected of her so perfect and loving and without flaw and for everyone around her, all of the days of her life until the fatal day. And as the rolling scroll would have it, it seemed that fate or something more immortal called her away. And as she answered that lovely moxnell, and some sentimental awakening beside her soul, for the first time since the day of her birth she questioned the reality of a God who let evil happen without saying a word.
I no longer believe in God, she said. All does not seem the same several sublety of life as usual. And while the film fails to portray the churches who actually do exploit the greater good of an innocent lamb without even flinching, perhaps that religious sects suggested a financial situation for the film industry makes one laugh out loud with or without good wine or alcohol, as those who patronize the arts want to know the truth about the churches who while they say left a traditional Pentacostal oneness order to allow women to wear pants and men to remarry repeatedly ~ It is these modern day churches who exploit those members without money to find the deep pocket of those with the big bucks who sell tickets for God that this film so brilliantly through the vague innuendo of actor, Russell Brand as a lowly Las Vegas bartender, sought to expose.
Apparently, Lamb of God is actually the name of a metal rock band. And while not at all guilty of exploiting the greater good of the innocent Lamb of the film who a obvious oneness Pentacostal girl who with lengthy hair and even longer skirt leaves her regular sect to seek a higher God away. The God of fun who reigns and rules over the great lighted city of Las Vegas elsewhere, perhaps has an answer to the why of why a man behind the four white walls of a stucco church building makes his heart more barred and secular and cold than a man with a empty wine bottle asleep upon the concrete alley floor. That while people fat with turkey and a television football game who ray tung this God they say they have but do not, spew evil like regurgitation every time they speak, Lamb only wants to find a true and higher love.
And while heroin even the septre of the substitute which has killed some most beloved, still the adoration of The Closer here, the actress of same plays a loving mother to Lamb, her small town daughter she knows only wants to find an answer somewhere, somehow, a closure to all. So she, Lamb leaves her small town, and her farm behind, the luxury of willingly, and after a short flight out, and the memory of her once pilot boyfriend who died with the plane crash and left her body scarred for life, the complication of all of the mental mutilation she suffered during the mighty and great fire now drives her ever forward.
And while chopping off the locks of her long, beautiful blond hair, the ceremony not so much about tempting Hell to devour, but more about the knowledge that a woman loves a man who she fears does not love her that way. And so the great literary indemnity of the generations, no mere matter of personal choice, she drags ankle length skirts alone to the land where she prays to find her destiny, the one she knows once called her. But in the end and for this film alas, she finds the perceived real Christians also fake and filled with selfish devour, self-centered love and jealous hate as well and does not fulfill nothing there. And yet, at Christmas or otherwise, why out of even a more sheer and unexplainable and yet cruel and further hording boredom continue to persecute the woman alone who has no one when you have one and everyone and have it all. So it is with the churches who for this film beg out for the sequel which describes the walls of religious society who refuse to love and protect the young not of their own loins. So it is that with some foreshadowing that Lamb represents a dark analogy of a young female human, stricken, who need not be stricken.
But following the precepts of a more physical, or hands on film analogy, the only requiem for Lamb here, and what she represents following a physical retaliation from fun and the city of sin, her mental intent may neither precept nor bless her womanhood. At the same time, while Lamb does meet and fall in love with Mr. Brand at a Las Vegas, Nevada bar, her love seems more about reality and less about vacation. Although the two hit it off magnanimously, and it is she that is the quasi-billionaire at this point, due to all of her great and sporadic lawsuit money which she received, and still not enough to even begin to cover an iceberg of the heinous damages done to her person, her self, and not to mention her extremely wounded psychi, still she muddles forward with the menial cash and tries to satisfy with it what she can.
Nearly bi-polar with a pain that seems to never heal, she struggles as if one artist who tried so hard not to shoot himself suddenly or cut off his own ear, emotions that due to all of the trauma she lived through seem never-ending ~ She rides each wave of a schizophrenic event as harmless as a gentle white dove, the church mouse does her best to show Russell Brand as the Las Vegas bartender here all of her love. No zeppelin of defeat, she does not understand for the life of her or otherwise his great rejection. At least the two do hit it off in the way that they become the greatest of friends. But her goal, which is to spend and give or travel away the greatest of this lawsuit money, first she has to find or gather more of the golden pot or as you will, the greater windfall profit all of this money. And with much need for prayers of great favor to even begin to incorporate, it is an even greater shame that the bartender and the Lamb of the film do not end up living happily ever after.
The double stringent of the suggestion that Lamb loses her glory with the simple trimming of her hair, this simply is a myth, and not at all true.That the film seems to say that a woman like her who flees from her past traditional setting must live out the rest of her life alone and without any relationship with a man, a person of opposite gender, the producers of the film need not had feared what the religious communities might say about a diversion to that. Therefore, this critique seemed more bent as a result to look at how far the apple falls from the tree, and why the two lovers of the film, Brand and Lamb shun eachother and go separate ways ~ After all, what kind of plot derivative is that? The arts and a more militant look at how eighteenth century churches persecuted a woman who did travel alone, it seems a double-tragedy for the film to now say she must continue to satisfy that demand. The travesty of the symbolic of the Lamb here, a sweet and loving woman girl for the depiction, and with a film whose ending confuses, Paradise without a second film to follow up the story seems a tortuous parting. Even Romeo and Juliet received some better closure than this, and taking it to the limit, although the match between good girl and bad boy unlikely, still if it is working, why fix what is not broken.
At least Lamb seems less depraved than the story function. At least she takes the time on this very 2013 Las Vegas bathroom night, to hand a local prostitute enough cash to retire and give her son a real life. A whole new life therefore should shortly be in order for Lamb as well. And not alone either. In short, the poor abused girl seems sent on a journey of meaningless solitude while all of the others she forced to leave behind unwillingly, seem we assume to dance around a Christmas tree of a more social reception. Whether the film says to help others while you embrace your aloneness or to abandon self three sheets to the wind, all of this does not matter, as Lamb appears to had done this anyway all of her life. Therefore, why she should not be with a man she falls in love with seems a sin. ~ The most important thing to remember for those of you who have already a mate on the coming Very Christmas Night, is to be grateful and to just love the one you are with.