Mamala took Robert and me to see Book of Mormon at the Kennedy Center last night. So good... so funny... so Not Safe For Church. I have a soft spot for art that tweaks religion---even in an over-the-top way. When it comes from a place of affection, even grudging affection, it's a pleasure to watch. As my friend Michael Kirby put it:
There will not be a more profound and profane commentary on the value of faith and the folly of doctrine on stage again in our lifetimes.
The LDS Church took out several ads in the Playbill (see above), which I think says a lot about the Church, as well as the skill of the show's creators in executing this very sweet, incredibly offensive musical.
I call it reverent irreverence... or is it irreverent reverence?
It's hard to define, but I know it when I see it. Christopher Moore's Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal has it in spades.
I also agree with Mike Meyers, who defended the importance of silliness on Inside the Actors Studio many years ago.
In a world as heavy and often messed-up as ours, Silly is a ministry.
Have you seen Book of Mormon? Would you like to?
Thanks again, Mom. You knew I'd write a blog post about it, eh?