Admittedly, I’m a prude. The f-word that refers to bodily gas is just as offensive and unheard around my home as that other f-word. But I can’t be the only one horrified that two of the top grossing movies in the US for several weeks are Bridesmaids and The Hangover II. From the reviews:
If you liked or even tolerated the first “Hangover,” you’ll probably laugh at this one. But if you seek originality or a shred of human feeling, watching “The Hangover, Part II” is as soul-deadening as waking up in a fleabag Bangkok hotel.
“Bridesmaids” is a triumph for gender equality, in that it makes women the central figures of a raunchy … comedy in which gastrointestinal distress is played for laughs. Sean Means for the Salt Lake Tribune
I scarcely need to mention Tony Award Winning musical “The Book of Mormon”– widely reviewed as the most crude, rank production on Broadway.
Yes, I’ve heard “Bridesmaids” was hilarious, sincere; “The Book of Mormon” kinder to Mormons than you might expect (haven’t heard anything decent about HII), but I find it frightening that crass vulgarity masquerades as modern entertainment.
Salacious behavior is celebrated not only on the big screen or stage but in music, television shows, video games, sports.
But do we tolerate it in our homes? Where do we as Saints professing “if there is anything virtuous, lovely or of good report or praiseworthy we seek after these things” set the standards for ourselves and for our families?
Are the rude crude dudes and girls here to stay?