They say that big, aping views of a mountain destroy the view, ruin the wonder of it. The best architects don't put a big window in letting you see the whole mountain at once -- the worst ones do. Almost all Christian art treats the gospel this way, they draw a two dimensional picture of it with a kiddie crayon and expect you to take it seriously. It's like drawing a snow-capped triangle to stand in for a mountain, and it's nothing but a sad joke. What we need in movies are directors who will linger at the foothills, who will imply the mountain rather than gratuitously shove the sunday school version in your face; people who are more concerned with approaching the majesty by degrees or even not at all - maybe even just facing the other direction entirely, and letting the mountain be felt by its absence; maybe only offering glimpses in the blink of an eye, through a tiny window during an incidental staircase descent, with no music cues and no words, let alone mouthy cliches, not because we need to be sneaky but because the human spirit responds to **NOTHING** except human emotion and Divine Revelation and anything not powered by these is Dead On Arrival. When a grown man shows you a crayoned triangle with a beaming sun and a couple M-birds and told you it was a mountain, is THAT revelation? Revelation HITS you. What Christians here call the Good News is a crummy string of phrases that mean nothing, it is being eroded and we should *thank God* for that, and it will be destroyed when the Gospel becomes a revelation again.