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My Scientology Movie . . . [Apr. 8th, 2017|08:08 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)

. . . sucked me in because I was a Scientologist for a minute or two back in the 1970s. I never got very caught up in it, partially because it wasn't the beastly cult back then that it appears to be today and partly because if you had no money to speak of, you could walk away pretty much any time you wanted---and I had no money.  If you had money like a friend of mine did, they would hound you mercilessly to get you to "buy services" with every last dime you had to "get you up the Bridge."  My friend's ex-husband finally used his "political" clout to get the so-called Church to leave her alone.  Political in the sense that after his "representative" stopped by the local mission and talked to the staff concerning the health of their kneecaps, we never heard from them again.

So that's why I was interested, but mostly it's a movie about a guy who decided to make a movie about a bunch of people who won't talk to him.  There were some semi-interesting reenactments of some of David Miscavitch's more famous ravings and of Scientology training courses.  Mostly they tried to show how insular and out of touch the so-called Church is.  We used to do TRs (training routines) to teach us to force people to obey us by the sheer force of our "intent."   It was interesting to see people very high up in the Scientology hierarchy confronting Theroux (the film maker) trying to get him to leave their property (it turned out not to be their property) or to quit filming them.  Their "TRs," as they say, or the force of their intent had no effect on him.  He stood there asking them the reverse of the questions they were asking him until they left.  Some Scientologists sent to the airport to harass Marty Rathbun, one of Theroux's informants (who filmed them with his cell phone), came across as complete loonies.  Your minions are blitherers, David---not good for PR.

There were some interesting sequences, but as the title suggests, Theroux was making his Scientology movie---like everyone has to make at least one, just to check that off the list of shit a director has to do.  It was worth watching but a little anticlimactic after things like Going Clear.

'Mater Meter:  88%      Phrembahmeter: 72%