It’s Scientology time again! You know, between the countless
jokes that have been made about them over the last several years and last year’s
Alex Gibney documentary, I would’ve thought that we had done all we can in
terms of talking about the church sci-fi made possible (and no, even a year
later, I’m still not talking about
the Trekkies). But then in walks one of the most impartial documentarians
working today in the form of Louis Theroux, who is almost superhuman in his
patience with his subjects. This presents a certain instance that we haven’t
really come across in any logical fashion: Sympathy. Sure, Going Clear
presented a sympathetic view of people who got caught up in the cult of
celebrity that the church has created, but what about the church itself? At
this point, making this frankly ludicrous and insane theological practice look
sane is a tough order, but if anyone can do it, it’s the guy who spent time
with the Westboro Baptists and found reasons to sympathise and feel sorry for
them for reasons beyond their pitiful hatred. This is My Scientology Movie.
