Rusty Watches Rated "R" Films, but Only for the Dialogue

Ah, we all yearn for the simpler days, back when a rated "R" movie really was something to be avoided. Now, it is all so confusing, with a little bit of the "hair of the feet" fetching an "NC-17" (e.g., The Cooler) while people bludgeoning, slicing, or machine gunning each other to death only gets an "R" (e.g., anything in the theatres at any given moment), a fully clothed gal with an alternative lifestyle pets the kitty and gets an "NC-17" (e.g., But I'm A Cheerleader) while a completely nekkid one in a bathtub doing the same gets a "PG-13" (e.g., Pleasantville). Oh, the confusion. Its enough to make a sane person stop watching movies altogether and pick up a good book.

Ah, but, we aren't sane, are we? No, or course not, don't be stupid. And, so Rusty brings to our attention that the whole ratings thing is a crock anyway, as he vainly hopes "this movie will tear down the myth of the importance of the ratings system within the Mormon culture...but I’m not holding my breath". Good thing, Rusty, cuz if you were, you'd be the same colour as the background on your blog.

Anything not rated G or PG today is pretty much what President Kimball had in mind, way back when, he said rated "R" was straight out. But, that would mean you miss all of that wonderful cinema. All of that brilliant dialogue, and stunning artistry, and moving soundtracks, and wonderful costumes, and...all that...um....good stuff.

All I know is Ang Lee will laugh all the way to the bank as he touts "the power of movies to change the way we're thinking", to convince Red America that gay adultery is cool and ignore Alexander Pope’s warning that:

Vice is a monster of so frightful mein
as to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.