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.
I have seen the play Jesus Christ Superstar (original movie cast) 3 times. It's great live with the orchestra and the lighting. I cried all three times at the end. I know how it ends. But I always wish that the end could change and he wouldn't have to die.
That scene in Pulp Fiction is incredible because it happens so fast, there is NO WAY you see that coming.