Alan Rickman: A Pastor’s Ode to a British Acting Heavyweight


I grew up watching James Bond movies.  I now own all of them and occasionally will throw one in my antiquated DVD player and let it be background noise while I work on more productive things.

I do not apologize for being a Bond fan.  After all the James Bond franchise invented movie franchises.  When they made Dr. No in 1962 nobody could predict that 50 years later there would be 23 of them and that the arc of quality, and box office sales with it, would extend ever upwards, albeit with occasional dips along the way.  Even the most maligned Bond movies today were considered quality movies in their own era.  They just did not age well (consider Die Another Day).  And the most maligned upon their release have now been given second visits and been found to be ahead of their time (consider On Her Majesty’s Secret Service).

Yet what makes the Bond franchise unique is that the pool of acting talent in England is much smaller than the US pool.  This means that any British actor who makes it big immediately gets considered for a Bond role.  Apparently this was true of Alan Rickman.  If you type “Alan Rickman James Bond” into Google (as I just did) you will find countless articles from the last 20 years claiming he would be or should be the next Bond villain.  The latest was written just months ago.  And I would love a Rickman villain.  Him and Daniel Craig would have been incredible foils.  Moreover, Bond does seem like the perfect fit for a Rickman, especially after his devilish turn in the first Die Hard movie.

All that to say when Harry Potter made Rickman a household name, I ran across an interview with him where they asked him about the number of times he had been asked to play a Bond villain.  In that article he explained that he was not a villain, did not like playing villains and would avoid those roles from here on out.  Those roles were limiting and there is the concern about character formation.

Years later, Snape killed Dumbledore and became
the “Half Blood Prince” at the end of Rowling’s sixth Harry Potter book.  Probably being the only person who remembered the interview, I felt a massive sense of sorrow for Rickman.  He had been duped into a villain role after all, albeit an incredibly well written one.

At that point, given my strange attraction to all things dark side, I went on to hope that Snape would become the new dark lord at the end of Harry Potter.  After all he deserved power more than any other character in the series, especially Harry himself!

Alas that was not to be.  It turned out Snape had a hidden love interest and the hidden love saved the Harry Potter-verse.  If he wasn’t going to be the dark lord, I figured I’d settle for secret hero, especially if Harry named his son after him.

I read another article after the last Potter movie was released.  That article claimed Rickman made J.K. Rowling sit down with him before he signed onto the Snape role and explain the entire character’s arc.  Presumably Rickman does not share my affinity for the dark side and wanted Rowling to guarantee him he would not be a villain.  After all, he was done with those roles.

I respect that more than I can say.  In fact it reminds me of Richard Kiel, who played the iconic Jaws in two Bond movies and was a born again Christian.  He talked often about how much he regretted letting the Bond producers make him into a monster.  Rumor has it that Kiel made them humanize Jaws at the end of Moonraker by giving him his own love interest.  That love interest is maligned by fans but I always liked it because the ridiculous plot of Moonraker involved the villain killing everybody who wasn’t “perfect.”  In a movie movie like that only Jaws the imperfect can save the day.  When he does, he tips a champagne glass to the audience and utters his only line in the two movies, “Here’s to us.”  The “us” isn’t just his girlfriend.  It is everybody who isn’t “perfect.”  In his own Richard Kiel way he was reminding us all that the imperfect are not the villains.  They are human too.

Rickman gets a similar scene at the end of Harry Potter when Dumbledore says something to the effect of, “You still love her after all these years?”

Rickman utters, “Always!”

Always I refuse to play 2 dimensional villains.

Always I choose characters with emotional heft.

Always I bring weight and dimension to the big screen.

Always I will act my heart out to increase our understanding of humanity.

And never will I be made into a monster just so that the James Bond’s and Harry Potter’s of the world can have someone to shoot bullets and fling spells at!

Even though my hopes for his rise to Dark Lord status were squashed at that point, I couldn’t help but cry tears that you could put in my own pensieve.

On that note, I close with his other popular line from Galaxy Quest.  It is one of the most absurd movies ever made, but once again Rickman brought a style, a class and a depth to his role that elevated it to a cult classic.  When holding the dying Quellek he utters,

“By Grabthar’s Hammer, by the sons of Wovan, you shall be avenged!”

Rest in Peace Sir Alan.



Booming to Save the Boomers


This is the 3rd post in a series on my attempts as a Millenial pastor to engage the different age groups in my community.  On Monday I wrote an introduction to the series.  Yesterday I talked about my difficulties with The Silent Generation.  I argued that the younger clergy should be grieving with them and as I have met them in their grief I have been able to pull some of them to hope as they spend their last days in this tumultuous world.

That has been hard but not impossible.  Compassion, after all, is a biblical mandate and one I feel us younger folks have in high measure.  With that said, my real struggle is relating to Baby Boomers (my parent’s generation).

They were named the Baby Boomers because of the high birth rate during the 1940s and 50s.  However, “boomer” might also define their predilection towards everything noisy, glitzy, glamorous and showy.  A big production, whether a concert, a reality TV show, an action movie or a Promise Keeper’s Revival trumps all else in their minds.

It was this generation that fell in love with Rock And Roll and the crazy concerts that followed.  This generation loved and invented the classic action hero, an unstoppable lone wolf played by Bruce Willis, Arnold Schwarzenegger or Mel Gibson who took down an endless number of bad guys, aliens, robots and monsters in movies like “The Terminator,” “Die Hard,” “Star Wars,” “Indiana Jones” and the like.

It also took this generation three months of watching Titanic in theaters once a week to realize the movie actually didn’t have a plot.  What it did have was sappy emotionalism between shots of a ship sinking.

But it was also this generation that fell back in love with Jesus.  Before them Jesus was a ticket into heaven.  Christians before the Baby Boomers were much more likely to talk about “God” than “Jesus.”  But the Baby Boomers, particularly the hippies among them, rediscovered Jesus in the 1970s and have led the world back to the gospel stories.  This was an incredible and needed movement in American history.

But no sooner had they fallen back in love with Jesus than the cross became a trademark and Jesus became a product.  Cue the invention of Christian music (and the radio stations that came with), Christian T-shirts, Christian movies, Christian coffee mugs, Christian book stores and, my favorite, Jesus on Facebook.

All of this is bottled and sold in the now classic mega-churches with their business-like church growth models and worship services that resemble rock concerts.

To the Baby Boomers Christianity is a club and Jesus a product to sell.  He is the ultimate Boomer rock star with the ultimate Boomer rock concerts.  He is the Boomer Action Hero that can dodge a million bullets but fire six that magically land in the enemy’s torso.  He is also the fulfillment of all their felt needs.

The Baby Boomers love sappiness.  They are the ones who are currently filling my Facebook feed with horrible and over used cliche sentiments like, “When God Close a Door He Opens 10,000 windows” (add picture of sunlight through 10,000 windows).  They “like” and “follow” Jesus and insist that if you don’t, you are a less than par Christian.  They are quick to forward culture war propaganda and rally behind anybody who is “standing up for Jesus” by re-tweeting or re-posting or re-forwarding whatever out of context Bible verse darts across their screens.

Like their movies, they like their worship services loud with dashes of sentimentalism.  They love perfectly played music and are quick to dismiss an entire service as being “devoid of the Holy Spirit” if there is even one tone deaf note.  My dad calls it a “lack of pastoral leadership.”  I think it is a sign of a great pastor who is willing to put the least and the lowly on the stage.  More on that in a bit.

Their love of glamour redefined the Christmas Pageant and the Easter Plays.  Now we have live camels bringing Jesus in for Palm Sunday.  We have fireworks that go off to announce Baby Jesus’ birth and we actually hammer nails into crosses on Good Friday.  The Baby Boomers love everything that booms.

They are the ones teaching us to be “Spiritual” but not “Religious.”  Religious is a code word for quiet, unassuming, and boring.  In turn, spiritual means loud, crazy, sentimental and booming.

And those are the very things their children, including myself, are rebelling against.

When I hear booming I see superficial.  Clever is manipulative.  Sappy is shallow.  And fireworks at Jesus’ birth betrays the unassuming and secretive nature of the entire passage in Luke 2.

The Baby Boomers replaced pews with chairs.  We are replacing chairs with tables.  They replaced hymns with electric guitars.  We are unplugging the guitars and going acoustic.  They rejected the hymns.  We are bringing the good hymns back but adding a lot more mellow to them.

My Power-points have a dash of clever but that cleverness is more ironic than glitzy.  Instead of a clever background image with three points, I go for black ink on white backdrop with words flying in from everywhere because the clever backdrops take away from the text I want you to see.  Most of the time, I drop text all together and just put funny pictures up there to illustrate what I am saying.  If the pictures are not funny I will make fun of them with a quip like, “That is an actual Polaroid of Jesus’ baptism!”

Beyond worship, many in my age group have abandoned the language of “caring for felt needs” and replaced it with “suffering faithfulness.”  Instead of a Jesus we can trademark, bottle and sell, we preach a Jesus who is fully human and fully God who calls us to a follow Him with sacrifice and service.

But do not get me wrong, this is not a “who is right” and “who is wrong” post or even series.  In fact, I have found as I relate to Christian baby boomers, that there is a very real and deep spirituality underlying their cliches.  For example they are just as likely to post calls for prayer for dying friends as they are to post sappy cliches.  An emotion based faith still can be “faith.”

So I have learned to “like” the sappy cliches that fill my Facebook feed. I affirm them when they post stuff I agree with.  I also look for opportunities to be sappy and “needs based” when the text or my experience allows.  I clean up my Powerpoints from time to time to make them more showy and sometimes I will even talk about the God who dries our tears.  I also listen to Christian music here and there and will quote lyrics in my sermons if I find any that are deeper than “God’s Not Dead.”

I use all of these as opportunities to build bridges from their showy, booming trademarked god to the very real God that meets us in whispers on mountaintops, works through the foolish and powerless and goes almost unnoticed while reconciling the whole world.

I have found this tension to be a very delicate tightrope.  After all, this is the generation who will quickly call your entire faith into question if you don’t listen to Christian radio or re-post the latest culture war on your news-feed.  I found they will even call you “Religious but Not Spiritual” if your sermon is about 2 Kings 12 instead of about “God Cares, Concerns and Creates.”  (Acronyms are everything to them because they combine sentiment with clever.)

But I have found a lot of success as I have learned to boom sentimentalism before I whisper the call of God.  I have also found that with all ages and peoples, that as they age into retirement the Boomers are still looking for something real beneath the artificial world they created.

And I believe wholeheartedly in a God who can provide that for them.