My middle son dragged me to watch The Monuments Men because he enjoys Matt Damon’s acting and he made sure to call it a family outing bringing the younger brother and his girlfriend along. “But mom, it’s about art.” I thought about it. It’s family outing. I need to have some more family outings to make memories for them. So I went along.
I do enjoy Matt Damon’s acting but he has a very small part in it in the first half of the movie. Nevertheless, his costars were superb, be they tall or fat, old or rickety. It was good fun and great American humor, but I don’t agree with the mission. This is a real story of a platoon of World War II soldiers going around Europe rescuing art that the Nazi’s were looting systematically everywhere they went and destroying them as they were retreating. But listen, no single piece of artwork is worth a life. Not one, not two, not even thousands. Not even the depiction of the Lord’s Supper. It is man made. Don’t even say it’s created. Only God can create something out of nothing.
If your brother is stuck behind enemy line and the famous Mona Lisa painting is just in the next town also behind enemy line, which one would you save? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. The two greatest commandments in the New Testament, our covenant, are these:
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’There is no commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30
If you couldn’t even rescue your own brother, you are falling short.
I am an artist and I know what transpires when I put paint and marks on a painting or drawing. There is a sense of pride involved in the process, that I “created” something, that I was expecting how others would marvel at my cleverness. It’s all vanity, everyone. Vanity. Read King Solomon’s writing in the Ecclessiastes, folks. It may sound like a depressing book where everything we do are futile or meaningless but that’s exactly the point. Existentialism follows the same lines. Whenever a people is rich and has everything, everything seem not to mean much anymore. Nothing matters. Only rich countries suffer this syndrome, readers. In a poor country, everything matters. Paintings are not worth dying for. My youngest son begs to disagree because it’s important for him to keep a record of that legacy. Who cares about legacy when a human life is involved. Oivay.
Get your priorities right, readers. Should a war break out in your neighborhood next time, don’t turn back to go for the painting of your grannies or your gold or jewelry or family album. It’s time to go out and save lives!!
Don’t waste eight bucks for the movie. Watch it when it comes to your nearest video store.