Doubt - I don't think Father Flynn did anything wrong
I went to see Doubt with Andy on Tuesday. I´m huge Meryl Streep fan so I had to see it. And it was a great movie but I expected more from the story I guess. I expected the doubts to be deeper. I was told I´ll have doubts myself when I leave the cinema. I don´t know, I believed that Father Flynn was innocent from the beginning and they didn´t do anything to convince me otherwise. He called the boy out of his class and when he returned he acted little bit strangely, that´s really all you had? Maybe I´m naive like sister James *shrug* But I really loved the atmosphere of the whole movie, I really felt like I´m in US in the middle of 60s. The camera was beautiful and the acting was superb. Meryl Streep, Philip Seymour Hoffman and Amy Adams, all three of them, were excellent. I´ve never seen Amy Adams in anything before although I knew the name. She played naive sister James really believable. She was like a lost Bambi and cute, it worked perfectly for the character. I think it was the first time that I couldn´t connect with Meryl Streep´s character. She was really harsh and strict, it was ok, but I just didn´t get what possessed her that much against father Flynn.
Beautifully done drama movie.
I would really like to see it on theatre. I don´t think it will last long to bring the play to Prague.
Oh, and I really loved the sermon about gossiping. Soooo true.
Father Brendan Flynn: A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you cut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!'