These aren’t the only empty messages in “The Polar Express,” which churns out clichés like the elves making presents. “There’s no greater gift than friendship,” says one character, discounting things like sacrifice, duty and honor-bound commitment, much less – oh, I don’t know … maybe someone dying for you? On a cross, perhaps? But you can’t frost cookies shaped like that now, can you?
The real Nicholas, who set an example by helping the needy (unlike this film, which leaves them to fend for themselves), never intended to be worshipped, much less have this “holy day” revolve around him, no matter how distorted his image might become. And like the Christ who preceded him, that Nicholas knew that Christmas was not about him or us – something this story tragically fails to see.
The scary thing about “The Polar Express” is not that non-believers are now trying to define our religious holiday, as bad as that is. (Maybe next year Warner Brothers will remake Hanukkah or Ramadan – let’s see how well that goes over.) The most frightening thing about this film is how deceptive it is. It beckons us to another land – a beautiful, seductive place filled with tradition, story and the power of myth. But no matter how alluring this place might seem, it is ultimately a land of great desolation. For, without a Savior who removes from us the stains of corruption, greed and wrongdoing, we remain tied to self, lost in a sea of longing.
“The Polar Express” will appeal to many people, but its success will only reveal how very far from the real Christmas and the real Spirit we have truly strayed.
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