My choice of viewing for the Easter celebration was –Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. It was the perfect fantasy story to match the ongoing fantasy of today’s religion.
It had a damsel in distress, chase scenes, blood and gore galore, Nazi villains, and the triumph of the good in the end.
The only unbelievable point was at the end when the toxic box full of the Ark had already killed the little mousie in the ship’s hold, and was opened to let out the doom in the form of sizzling lightning. This lightning was very sensitive to mens eyeballs, and any one who tried to get a look at it was melted down, speared through, and in general vaporized. The hero and his girl had their eyes closed, so were spared death, and even conveniently had their bonds burned away.
The silliest point was when after the lightning bolt had done its’ job, it bounced around between heaven and rock, then withdrew into the box again and plopped the heavy gold lid onto the box again.
Obviously it realized it was poisonous, and could not have innocent people put the lid on, so unlike Pandora’s box arranged to have such power as to seal itself away again for the next 1,000 years.
Being rolled into the Army archives later guaranteed tha it would never be studied and used again.
Steven Spielberg and George L,Lukas who wanted to make an adventure story harkened back to their respective childhoods with the Saturday afternoon serial adventure cliff hangers, and threw this hodgepodge together to satisfy their 12 years old nostalgic selves.
But like all religions, it can only hang together as a story if one truly believes in miracles.