In this current political climate, dissatisfaction with our own lots, coupled with the fear mongering media stoking the fires of religious intolerance; we are drawing significant lines between the left and right leaning opinions of the people around us.
After the massacre of 3000 Christians by Boko Haram in Nigeria, and the world’s seeming disinterest in the horrific decimation of so many lives (only days after the candle light vigils that were held for the victims of the terrorist attack on the offices of the Charlie Hebdo publication); where the phrase #JeSuisCharlie could be seen emblazoned on everything from t shirts to computer screens in solidarity of the loss of the fallen French, there was no trendy slogan to honour the thousands who were slaughtered days later.
It was in the same twisted cause they were murdered, though different factions carried out the attacks, but a media blackout still occurred. ‘Blackout’ being the operative word, for it does make you feel that racism is the main reason why one story dominated over another. Were white lives simply worth more than their darker skinned brothers and sisters? It would seem that yes, in the eyes of the media, that unfortunately they are, and it is sickening beyond reproach.
The 27th of January was the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, and as a global community we have learned nothing. Syria, Nigeria, Tibet, Iran, Sudan, Ukraine, Iraq, Darfur are all places that have featured in the news because atrocities are ongoing, though they barely warrant a mention over the football scores these days.
Genocide, war, chemical missiles, ethnic cleansing, religious intolerance, bigotry and general ignorance are all rife in the world still, and the lessons of history have taught us nothing. Rather than people becoming more open minded and embracing the multicultural society we have created, it seems that they would rather build walls around themselves and judge the lives of others instead of walking a mile in the shoes of those who have to face constant abuse or suspicion, merely for practicing the same religion as an extremist, or being on the BNP colour wheel of resembling it.
Educated people obviously know that religion comes in all colours and creeds, exactly the same way that that stupid does.
The Last Supper is about a group of pretentious grad students who live together and throw a dinner party every week for the purpose of patronising conversation and political debate. One night they after a violent encounter that results in the demise of one of their guests; they come up with a way to liven up their terrible dinners by inviting people whose politics they find disagreeable, and if they can’t talk them around with reason, then murdering the person is surely the most sensible thing to do. After all, it’s not a party until somebody’s died right?
This film is a dark piece of genius, and one of the few films where Cameron Diaz shows that she can actually act.
The Last Supper is an excellent film, a comedy of the blackest kind, bleak, and cleverly constructed, while still managing to deliver a sickening, slow burning thriller that delivers right until the final frame. Using some beautiful visual devices and biblical imagery to help tell the story of the gradual journey of these left wing liberals falling into the realm of extremism is both provocative and intense.
With cameo upon cameo of familiar faces from Seinfeld’s Jason Alexander to a very young Elizabeth Moss, Bill Paxton, and Ron Pearlman bringing the house down as the right wing talk show host who makes the five question their motives, just a little too late; but the real star of the show is Courtney B. Vance. Vance’s character is so enticingly charismatic, yet Machiavellian in his quiet manipulations of the group, he barely has to say or do anything to direct the situation, but it always goes the way that he plans. It is truly one of his best films; with it is a forward thinking, and witty script, that is stingily applicable twenty years on.
It makes some valid points, without getting all preachy, teachy, and yes, while this isn’t strictly a horror film, it’s bloody, it’s dark, and it’s well worth watching for the gardening tips alone: blood + soil= lots of growth apparently!