Colorful Pages

Mark and I went to see the movie, The Son of Rambow, this past week. Yes, it is spelled, Rambow and not Rambo. It is a great indie film well worth the price of the ticket.

In the story two boys are thrown together to make a film, one tenderhearted and the other deceptive. In the process they each are reconnected to their hearts that had been buried and neglected do to loss.

One boy was raised by his well meaning single mom who struggled to live within the confines of her religion. In the mean time her compliant son awakened in his world. Constant inspiration flowed throughout his mind and emerged into vivid illustrations on every page of his Bible. Story lines with magnificent images flashed upon the screen in contrast to the dead religion that kept his mother’s life bound in black and white pages.

The other boy, defiant and disillusioned was being raised by his indifferent older brother in a world with no parents or boundaries. Amidst his angst he found himself being loved and accepted by his new friend.

Together they poured out their young confused hearts into the film making project that gave their lives purpose and meaning. Through their humorous escapades the audience can quickly identify the emptiness found in a loveless life of religious works, as well as the battering of a world with misused freedom.

This movie makes you want to jump and leap and do everything in your power to stay free from a pseudo religiosity that stifles, but doesn’t give life. As beautifully illustrated, life comes in the midst of relationship, not works.