St. Augustine, Ricky Schroder, and Tear-Jerking Drama
This morning I was reading St. Augustine’s Confessions. I must not have been ready for Augustine last time I read him, because I don’t remember him having a huge impact on me. But his insights, his understanding of the gospel as it played out in his own life, is just astonishing. I didn’t realize how much he has influenced the way I think about the world–mostly indirectly, I suppose. James Brown, the Godfather of Soul, once boasted, “The things I was doing twenty years ago, other people be doing today.” I thought of James Brown as I read Augustine. The things Augustine was saying 1500 years ago, other people be saying today.
I was a little surprised, however, to see how little Augustine valued drama. He considered it mostly to be a waste of time. He was especially down on the tragedies that he loved in his youth:
I was much attracted by the theatre, because the plays reflected my own unhappy plight and were tinder to my fire. Why is it that men enjoy feeling sad at the sight of tragedy and suffering on the stage, although they would be most unhappy if they had to endure the same fate themselves? Yet they watch the plays because they hope to be made to feel sad, and the feeling of sorrow is what they enjoy. What miserable delirium this is! The more a man is subject to such suffering himself, the more easily he is moved by it in the theatre. Yet when he suffers himself, we call it misery: when he suffers out of sympathy with others, we call it pity. But what sort of pity can we really feel for an imaginary scene on the stage ?The audience is not called upon to offer help but only to feel sorrow, and the more they are pained the more they applaud the author.
I am hardly qualified to argue with St. Augustine, but I have to say I value tragedy more highly than he does. I have written elsewhere about the value of sad stories. One of the big benefits of a sad story is its capacity for strengthening the empathy muscles of the reader or audience member. At least as important, is the fact that tragedy is an important means of coming to terms with the situation we find ourselves in apart from the gospel, which itself is bad news before it is good news. I love what Frederick Buechner has to say on in a chapter called “The Gospel as Tragedy” (in a short book entitled The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale):
Before the Gospel is a word, it is a silence, a kind of presenting of life itself so that we see it not for what at various times we call it–meaningless or meaningful, absurd, beautiful–but for what it truly is in all its complexity, simplicity, mystery…after the silence that is truth comes the news that is bad before it is good, the word that is tragedy before it is comedy because it strips us bare in order ultimately to clothe us.
Not that preparing us for the gospel is the intent of every writer of sad stories, or even most of them–but as Flannery O’Connor said, the Devil is forever accomplishing ends other than his own.
I was still thinking about St. Augustine’s view of dramatic sadness when I ran across a very interesting article about sad movies. Psychologists looking to study emotions face an ethical dilemma: how do they make people sad (or fearful or angry) without deceiving them or otherwise putting them in emotionally harmful situations? One very helpful way is to show them movies or certain scenes from movies. But even that’s not easy, since most really sad movie scenes also evoke other emotions besides sadness. Researchers looked high and low for the movie scene that would most reliably evoke unalloyed sadness in their subjects. They finally settled on the scene in the mediocre 1979 movie, The Champ, in which nine-year-old Ricky Schroder sees his father die and cries, “Wake up, Champ!” It has become the go-to scene for scientists seeking to study the behavior of people under the influence of sadness. Here’s the Smithsonian article I read, which also includes a list of movies used to evoke other emotions and mental states, from happiness to surprise to disgust. And here’s the academic paper that was the basis of the Smithsonian article.
And here’s the scene from The Champ.
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682 days ago
Who knew that Ricky was going to top off in his acting career at nine?
I think sad is good at times. It teaches, it clenses, it awakens…
But,
Some people go crazy with it like it was a ketchup bottle.
Speaking of bottles…
“Message in a Bottle.” for example.
The story was creative enough, they find true love, all is going well……then Kevin Cosner says, “Hey, there’s this huge perfect storm going on……i think i’ll go fishing in it”……..and he sinks like an axe-head! Dumb!
Some people think a movie isn’t good unless everyone gets doused in a bullet shower!
I don’t get that. Never will.
682 days ago
As I just posted on Twitter, the next time someone says, “Your music sounds so dark and angry!” I’ll say “Go read Psalm 88″.
I might be missing the point of this post, but it reminded me of this. The Bible shows us many dark scenes of tragedy and deep sadness. I’m not a fan of glossing over life in “Christian entertainment” with Happy Jesus, rainbows and unicorns. Life is hard. People scream prayers to God for help with tears streaming down their face. Life is beautiful too of course. Just looking at my son gives me glimpses of how beautiful life can be. But I’ve found I am often more blessed and encouraged by the sad story in a movie or a song than in something with shiny, happy people in it.
682 days ago
Shiny, happy people was a good pop song…
I don’t mind big portions of sad in a movie as long as it ends well.
For in a way, doesn’t that reflect the Christian’s walk through life here on earth?
Good times, bad times, sad times, growing times, pruning, hardships, death of loved ones, crying, birth of children, crying, poopy diapers, more crying, trials and tribulations…..and then Jesus comes and rends the sky like a paper towel and guess what Nicholas Sparks…………….a HAPPY ENDING!
We as His children can ONLY put up with the crud that we are faced with because of this Happy Ending!
Do you think that The Count of Monte Cristo would be the classic that it is today, if on page one thousand, two hundred and twelve, a horse kicked Dantes in the visage and he stumbled blindly and mad off of a cliff but not before taking with him a couple of nuns and a small boy helping his tired-old grandfather with his supplejack….and they all plunge to their repulsive deaths, dashed to shreds on some apiculated scree and jagged crags?
Hello, the book ends good! Sure, the first 700 pages are a bit down and out but hey, who’s counting right?
682 days ago
Jonathon what edition/translation is your Confessions? I’ve tried to read or listen to it in the past and got bogged down with some pretty clunky language. The quote you use is very readable and I’d like to maybe find that version.
Thanks!
682 days ago
Sometimes I feel that sad movies are cathartic…You start crying for a sad situation on the screen and end up crying for many things…Your boss being sharp in a comment to you, your child growing up, your family being far away, a questionable physical exam, an old car…it actually feels much better when you walk out of the theater because an emotional weight has been lifted. Nothing has changed, except you…
682 days ago
Jonathan,
Drama, whether musical or theatrical or in a painting or book, is cathartic as well as empathy-building. In Alison Krauss and Union Station we play mostly secular music. I think of our band as going out there and giving out a variety of human emotions from various situations – the sadness of a breakup, the longing for someone we’ll never be with, the loss of a child, situations where bad choices are made and the protagonist has to endure the consequences. Many people go through life compartmentalizing and shutting off these feelings from their own life situations; they go to work, come home, watch television, go on vacations, buy into excessive technology, drink every night, do drugs, in order not to feel or think about their problems. I feel we come in a back way; we play songs that speak to the human condition so that people feel some sort of release, like a boiler letting off steam so it doesn’t explode. Why else would people come listen to 2 hours of mostly heartbreaking songs and yet leave the theater glowing and happy? There’s a quote in the movie Shadowlands where a character says, “We read to know we are not alone.” I think that is part of the beauty of drama, of story; although the stories “didn’t really happen,” they are true nonetheless.
682 days ago
My sister-in-law just bought me a nice ornate hardback copy of Confessions for my birthday. I feel like you – when I tried to read it years ago it didn’t really speak to me. But I felt that way also about Till We Have Faces (which said sister-in-law also bought for me) the first time I read it. Five years later I read it and so identified with it that I immediately turned to page one and started over.
682 days ago
Yo Ron, saw you on the view…….you were holding it down bud. If i didn’t know any better i’d think that you really enjoyed playing.
682 days ago
I think we can “religionize” life to the extent that we’re no longer living life, get so stiff with ought-tos and should-nots that we are paralyzed with fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. So we build fences like “theater is bad” and “you can’t go into a pub” and “a man can’t be friends with a woman who is not his wife” and all sorts of man-made rules that say, “Christianity = keeping all these rules.” We miss out on a lot of what it means to be human when we are Christians rejecting the powerful life of Christ within us that is there to guide us, keep us, and live through us. As we get free from fear, we are released to be human.
682 days ago
Karen Carpenter baby! Never before or after did dismal, wrist-slittin’ music ever sound so yummy.
Something about the band, Keane, conjurs up a disconsolate mood, yet pretty and attractive though.
682 days ago
Thanks Biscuit.
682 days ago
Man, Ron, we’re gonna jam one heck of a jam-session in Heaven! As a hobby, i play drums and sing (Whenever i’m not writing) I also play for my church at the 9am and 11am services.
Do you ever think about that choir and/or that awesome band, and that we’ll actually be a part of it? Too much amazing stuff on the near horizon, that’s for sure. It blows the mind.
682 days ago
I saw The Champ when I was a kid, and though I remember almost nothing from it, I still feel a sting in my heart and remember little Ricky weeping whenever I hear the word “champ”. No joke. This was the first time I’ve seen it since, and—man, that’s a powerful scene.
As wise as old St. Augustine was, I’m with you; he was a little off on this one. I think the writers of tragedy are using their gift to “weep with those who weep.” Maybe the audience isn’t weeping for something imaginary, but for the Fall itself. And there’s not a thing wrong with that. George MacDonald, in Phantastes, wisely said that sorrow was a doorway to deep joy.
Thanks for sharing this with us, JR.
682 days ago
I love a good, cleansing catharsis of tears now & then (just finished reading The House at Pooh Corner in tears mixed with laughter. The kids thought I was crazy). I agree with you, Ugly Biscuit, though–I get annoyed with sad endings done as if only for the sake of pulling a few tears. My husband says it’s harder to write a really well done happy ending than cop out with tears. I agree.
682 days ago
http://www.ted.com/talks/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html
This may not be new to some of you but it was to me. It resonates.
681 days ago
Loren. Once again, we’re the the same. I always cry at the end of _The House at Pooh Corner_, too.
Jonathan, this post is needed. It reminds me that I have permission to create honestly instead of propagandize. It reminds me where the burden of convincing lies.
Lately I’ve been shedding rusty shackles. I used to approach art feeling wholly responsible for wooing people into truth. Taking a few baby steps into creativity while trusting God to be alive is a whole different ball game. It’s still very new; but more powerful, I think. More worshipful, definitely.
Re: what Ron said. Agreed.
Two weeks ago, I was having a horrible morning. I had been a beast with my family, and I was irritated with the world. But I couldn’t put my finger on the source of the problem.
My foul mood was interrupted by a summer school class. That day, we attended Syd Lieberman’s concert (a storyteller), and when the hour was over, tears were rolling down my face. I was laughing. My mind was full of the gospel that I had forgotten. Heart full of love.
Syd is Jewish, so we have different beliefs on theology. He didn’t get up there and exegete. But by walking me through a cleansing, artful gamut of emotions, stuff was unlocked that I needed to purge.
681 days ago
I’m married to one of those “only if it has a happy ending” people, and he happens to get rather bent out of shape at movies that don’t comply to the formula. However, as much as I appreciate his hopeful outlook on life, I’m grateful for well-done drama that arouses sadness in us. Given that my primary station in life right now is helping my children grow and make sense out of life, the well-told sad story is a powerful tool. It lets us feel hard things while remaining in a safe place – together. Much like being afraid of the evil characters in fairy tales, or learning about less-than-upstanding people from Aesop’s fables, sad stories have given us a place to experience (and discuss) life in doses. There is a dark side, however, for people like me. I’m not sure that I’ve recovered from discovering and reading Sylvia Plath in high school. I probably won’t be covering her with the kiddos anytime soon.
681 days ago
“Picture Pages” by Sylvia Plath.
Okay boys and girls,…can you draw a line connecting the girl’s crest with the inside of the bad ole stove?
Good job.
yikes…
681 days ago
Oh, very, very sad indeed. I think I need to go read some Anne of Green Gables now. Or maybe some feechie tales…
681 days ago
“I’ll say good-bye to love, no one ever cared if I should live or die. Time and time again the chance for love has passed me by, and all I know of love is how to live without it.” –Karen Carpenter
It may not be completely true and probably a bit over-dramatic, but it’s definitely true that I felt that way when I was 16 and singing along. And after singing along, I felt better. Cathartic, indeed.
681 days ago
Karen was the bomb and a bag of Funyuns! Nuff said.
681 days ago
I’m afraid I’m not up on my Augustine, haven’t seen Champ either. I would say from Augustine’s quote that he was in tune with the emotions we experience with drama, and my guess is he didn’t like being there, must have been there quite a bit in real life. I would imagine if you had experienced something in your life that defining, you probably wouldn’t go out and watch a similar event unfold in a theatre.
You have to admit, it is a strange irony. On gloomy days when I feel the weight of the world and the weight of my sin, I want to be around melancholy things, not happy and over joyed things, and I don’t know how many times I end up stumbling across something that is set in that temperament, but is crafted so well it uses my gloom to shine God’s grace through all the more. God’s brightness is indeed the brighter when it shines through our murky waters. I don’t know how many times I listened to Andrew Peterson’s “Last Frontier” until one morning when I was depressed with my failures and that song came around. I must admit I wept visibly (probably scared the other drivers) knowing that in my worst moments, God is still present and loving.
That helps me live out the rest of my life in trust of God, especially as the world seems to be crashing around us. We will make it through. Even watching the clip from Champ is interesting. What makes it most moving is not just the convincing role of the kid, but that fact that he is a kid who doesn’t quite understand and know the full meaning of death. Yet as we grow older death becomes not less severe, but it does become that last barrier to paradise, to rest, and I find myself more and more ready (especially with my Savior) to face that barrier and see beyond if for the first time.
681 days ago
As a huge Augustine fan, I have to say that in my humble opinion he got drama (and sex) totally wrong. It’s probably bad psychoanalysis, but I think he overreacted once he became a Christian. He just didn’t seem able to get past the guilt of his old sinful self.
That said, if we can read Augustine without judging him too harshly, we’ll benefit. He’s full of wisdom at almost every turn.
And he was a keen observer of musical talent, too. Something Rabbit Roomers can appreciate.
In his City of God he observes that some people “have such command of their bowels, that they can break wind continuously at will, so as to produce the effect of singing.”
681 days ago
Dave,
That last quote is one of the funniest/awesome-est things ever.
681 days ago
It is the business of a sinful world to turn our eyes to everything but Jesus – to the more pressing, familiar-seeming things around us: “a newsboy shouting the midday paper, and a No. 73 bus going past”.
Our amusements, entertainments and activities act as anesthetics. And like anesthetics, they block pain and pleasure – grief and joy – alike. We grow blind to the glory shining through cracks in a broken world, and in failing to know Him, we fail to know ourselves.
This is why I say that grief is not the opposite of joy. The opposite of joy is death. Grief is a sign of a heart alive, of red blood pumping oxygen to the part of our soul that longs to see the un-reflected face of Jesus.
Here is the good news: Resurrection life and joy follow death and grief. Reconciliation and great love follow sorrow and great repentance. The blessings of the Kingdom are for the hungry, the poor in spirit, and those who mourn.
If we refuse to grieve for ourselves, for those who weep, for an entire world groaning for redemption, we refuse to really live.
I think allowing ourselves to be moved by a piece of fiction makes us more human, not less.
681 days ago
I remember reading that bit from Augustine years ago and having to think it over. I think if he were here to elaborate he might agree that some sadness is indeed called for at times, especially in the realm of story. But what he was likely referring to (or reacting against) was sadness simply for the sake of sadness, which is as alive and well in our day as it was in his. Despair seems to always be in fashion, and there is a cool, hip cynicism woven into much of what passes for art. Some people do find a therapeutic aspect to sadness, and while they often can and do “relate” to it, it ultimately provides no answers, offers no hope, and leaves people empty. A Christian should fight against this as well as any other facet of the spirit of the age.
Francis Schaeffer said somewhere that as Christians we work with major and minor themes, but that we should focus most often on the major. I agree. That’s what I like so much about Narnia and Middle Earth. Sure there are sad and tragic moments, but you cannot stay there. To despair in Narnia or Middle Earth is as wrong as anything could be. Within the Christian framework despair simply does not fit. And that is what I gather from St. Augustine’s words on the matter at hand.
681 days ago
Julie, I really appreciate your perspective of well-told sad stories being a safe place for our kids to experience grief, especially when we can walk through it with them.
680 days ago
I love that last sent. Mr. JWITMER.
680 days ago
Rogers, you and me are gonna tangle at Hutchmoot on account of you made me cry right here in my cubicle at work with that scene from The Champ. I haven’t seen it since I was a kid, but I remember bawling when little Ricky Stratton III couldn’t wake up his pop. You might as well post The Giving Tree for us all to read.
For the record, it’s been historically proven, by someone who lived right there in his fort with him on the coast of Florida, that St. Augustine pronounced “drama” to rhyme with Alabama. It’s far more difficult to have any regard for drama when you pronounce it like that.
680 days ago
I don’t watch sorrow for the pleasure of sorrow, but for the story. Where is it going? What’s going to happen? How is the protagonist going to handle it? How is change going to be effected because of it?
678 days ago
Before I had a son, this clip wouldn’t have made me cry. However, things being as they are, my keyboard is wet. Not in my cube at work like Aaron, though, so that’s a small blessing.
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