Sublimating our Fears

At some level, we appear to be aware that our secular messianic indulgences of the past couple of years are dangerous:

Of course, if this is a reboot a la Battlestar Galactica, we will also discover the warm, human side of the predator aliens and finally arrive at some Hegelian synthesis in which all sides realize their common frailty, affirm each other in their okayness in the midst of gritty and stark photography, and finally arrive at a preposterous denouement in which everybody agrees to some ridiculous proposition like “get rid of all technology” so that the writers can get on with making the sequel.

Still, gotta love an alien-battlin’ priest, though five’ll get you ten he’s going to be Episcopalian, since you get the aesthetics without the actual doctrinal content screenwriters know nothing about.