Originally Posted by Lon

The lesson I got from it is to never put my teeth on the curb - I'd rather take being beat or stabbed to death.



That is the better of the two choices. I suffered through it for some reason, and even as the "flesh" was being torn away I realized it was just make up and special effects, I felt compelled to keep watching for some reason - probably because so many people, especially in my city, simply thought it was such an amazing retelling of the Passion. After watching it I actually broke down when I got in the car, that is the second time my ex W had ever seen me cry, and it wasn't because I was moved, it was simply traumatizing, also unsettled that so many could think that is what it was really like - as if Jesus had superhuman strength (no, he was just a man, at one with God and holy spirit if you subscribe to Christianity, but still just a man, that is the whole point of Grace).

The only other time I wanted to get out of a theater in a movie was in Pulp Fiction when the gun accidentally discharges and the kid's brain is splattered all over the rear window. I can handle gore and violence, I can even sometimes handle violence + humor, but what disturbed me was the genuine laughter of others in the theater at that scene.