There are hardly two more pervasive stereotypes in Hollywood than that of the child actor scarred by too early fame and that of the female performer who feels pressure to conform to unattainable and unhealthy social standards of size and weight.
Movies about Christians are a little bit like movies about gays. It’s hard to find ones where that part of the character’s identity isn’t the central, nay sole, preoccupation of the film. It’s harder still to find ones that aren’t so busy congratulating themselves for being about what they are about that they remember to tell a good story. Continue reading “Soul Surfer (McNamara, 2011)”→