The movie that wasn't there

I just finished watching "The God Who Wasn't There" on Netflix. I was hoping for an in-depth look at the historical evidence, or lack thereof, for the existence of Jesus. What I got instead was pathetic christophobia.

I've been an atheist for decades. I'm no fan of what the Abrahamic religions have done to this world. But why is it that the "enlightened" few who seek to counter these philosophical abominations always resort to the same tactics as the philosophies they despise? You can't claim the moral high ground and wallow in the mud at the same time. You can't claim dominion over the realm of reason while resorting to hyperbole and fear-mongering.

Easily the most despicable part of the movie, the part that destroyed it for me, was in the opening segment. The director took pains to lump the victims of the Mt. Carmel slaughter in with the likes of Charles Manson. He called the 86 men, women, and children who died at the hands of a secular, leftist regime "crispy fans" of the same dogma as Manson and other fundamentalists. I can't comprehend the utter disregard for human life, the lack of compassion that it takes to dismiss such a heinous crime simply because the victims didn't believe what you believe. The Branch Davidians had lived peacefully in their own little world since 1935. They may have read the same bible as the more vitriol-spewing fundamentalists. But they lived as peacefully as Buddhists. They did nothing to deserve what was wrought upon them. And they certainly deserve better than to be called "crispy fans" by some pseudo-intellectual filmmaker.

I can't recommend this film to any critical thinker. It offers nothing new. It's the same "aren't we atheists so smart!" nonsense that has been repackaged time and again. We see little evidence to support the claim made by the title of the movie. It would have been most helpful if he had explored why none of the contemporary Greek, Roman, or Egyptian scribes ever mentioned Jesus. But that never happened. Aside from briefly discussing the gap between Jesus' alleged lifetime and the first appearance of the gospels we get no mention of the lack of historical evidence. The entire movie is dedicated to the narrator/director/producer driving home the point that Christians believe what the believe based on pure faith and that the bible says some decidedly evil things. Boring. Pointless. Trite.