Buried at 11pm on Channel 7's Friday night schedule was Mel Gibson's "The Passion of The Christ", in all it's bloody, Aramaic glory. Although it makes perfect sense for The Passion of The Christ to be on TV somewhere, being Good Friday and all, for some reason the whole thing seemed very odd. Our Lord and saviour (or Jim Caviziel, however you wish to perceive the situation), trapped behind a cathode ray tube; the closest he may ever come to sharing any kind of physicality with all those tele-evangelists. Perhaps that's why it was on at 11pm.
Mind you, my intended source of entertainment for the evening was to go an see "300" at the IMAX theatre in Darling Harbour... however it was sold out. Somehow this was perfectly within the realm of comprehension. Choc tops go a long way to suspending one's disbelief.
Mind you, my intended source of entertainment for the evening was to go an see "300" at the IMAX theatre in Darling Harbour... however it was sold out. Somehow this was perfectly within the realm of comprehension. Choc tops go a long way to suspending one's disbelief.
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