What I'm Watching: Kubo and the Two Strings

Our Father is the compassionate one. The movie is wrong about that, and in the end that untruth ruined it.

I just finished the movie Kubo, so let me tell you a few things. Though it's a beautifully animated movie, it was scary in parts. I'm glad my children didn't want to see it even though I asked them several times. It was an ok film to watch with them hanging around but too disturbing in parts for them to focus on it. Good thing. The problematic ending was essentially lost on them even though they saw some of it.

I'm not going to give a synopsis or review of Kubo. It was a well-made film. If you like animated stories, you will probably like this one. I found it imaginative and unusual. I loved the fantasy -- the magic -- which was part of the story but didn't overwhelm it. I felt connected to the delicate and emotional depiction of mental illness and torment in the first half. I didn't mind the easy-to-forsee plot twists. It was the end, the final battle, that felt deeply untrue to me and sat ill.

It's been said that all good stories somehow reflect the one true Story of our Creator and his plan of the redemption of us. I've increasingly come to find that stories often -- maybe always -- say something about God. It may be something true about him, and it may be something false.

This movie by the end fell into the latter category.

Our Father is not cruel and vindictive. There is no darkness in him at all. His perfection is not cold. On the contrary, he is passionate far-beyond belief and expectation. He is immensely compassionate. He is absolutely good.

The movie shouted what is good about humanity is humanity. This is what is true: what is good about humanity is our likeness to God.

Love is beautiful, and this movie made that clear and excellent. Where it tripped was in elevating humanity and humanness and the inherent imperfection above the Perfect One. The movie shouted what is good about humanity is humanity. This is what is true: what is good about humanity is our likeness to God. Our love is good the way his love is good. Our warmth is good the way his gentleness and depth is so very good. Our imperfection is good only so far as it reflects his absolute perfection. Our imperfection itself is not actually good at all.

Our Father is the compassionate one. The movie is wrong about that, and in the end that untruth ruined it.


Kubo movie poster: Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48776978

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