Muhammad minus underpants

RELIGION has inspired some memorable films over the years, and if there is any wisdom to be drawn from the oeuvre it is that resulting eruptions of devotion may run in inverse proportion to those flicks’ quality. Take Ben Hur, for example, a fine film which probably did more for rowing, chariot racing and little leather centurion outfits at the Mardi Gras parade than Christianity, despite the neat plot device that sees the hero’s leprous mother and sister restored in the final scenes to full health by the alleged Messiah.

Then there is The Innocence of Muslims, a sample of which (below)  suggests one of the most inept productions ever put in the can, as those cinematographic luvvies like to say. Here is a little taste of the movie that, so far, has inspired attacks on two US embassies, the murders of an ambassador and at least three others, and big mobs of bearded blokes swearing Allah’s further vengeance on Jews, Copts, Americans and, well, fill in the blanks because there is never any shortage of people with whom the Prophet’s disciples are not eager to take umbrage. 

Mind you, any flick that inquires after Muhammad’s disinclination to wear underpants is worth at least a cursory glance. Oh, and that Divine inspiration delivered via a chatty ass is worth noting, too.

Watch it while you can. Stupid, ridiculous, laughable, inept – none of those things will stop our culturally sensitive authorities demanding that it be banned, as Andrew Klavan explained after another recent episode of Musselman mayhem.