I don't know what's in Mel Gibson's heart, and truthfully, I'm less interested in him than I am his art as a product of him. Here's a neat thought experiment: what if there were cameras trained on your life at all times, like in The Truman Show, but you were too drunk to realize? Would any skeletons come dancing out of the closet, then, while people were watching? It's especially relevant to keep in mind when talking about public figures, who, by definition, don't have the same comfy cloak of anonymity over their private lives that we the assembled Internet voices peddling our hot takes do. With all the unfiltered judgmentalism that occurs online (of which I am as guilty as anyone else), that's a good principle to keep in mind anytime one ventures into the blogosphere or starts engaging in trial by Twitter. In The Passion of the Christ, Jesus himself draws a line in the sand, and although we don't hear him speak the words, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone," we see the effect of those words visually reenacted.
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