It’s an absurd premise: a tennis coach kidnaps someone to train with his player in preparation for the French open, which isn’t going to happen. They practice and train in the middle of nowhere: on sand, in swampland, on a narrow strip of grass. Oh, and they don’t have any tennis balls, or strings in their racquets, or real nets. And they have to keep moving from place to place because there is an unknown threat from an unknown war.
When I came out of Seminary I was a staunch liturgical dude. Don’t need no screens or even printed out service. The organ will do just fine. I got myself some incense and added a chasuble to my fine wardrobe. I wore my collar almost every day.
By Jeff Mallinson –
When I first see a new Star Wars episode in theaters, I almost always dig it. Later, in the case of episodes 1-3 at least, I start to grow cold. Then, I become embarrassed that I wasn’t more discerning and critical the first time. For The Force Awakens, something nifty happened.
By Joel Hess – This past week many enjoyed the new Christopher Nolan movie, Interstellar. Like many popular […]