Had tea with my lovely professor from freshman writing seminar (the Fable in Popular Culture) this afternoon. She just got back from a conference on Shakespeare and children in London, and has instructed me that while I am in Scotland, when I go to visit the city, I must stay with her friend who has a house there and who reminds her of me. Sounds good to me. :D
I think that a rather interesting paper/thesis could be got out of the homoerotic relationship between Jesus and Judas in modern filmic retellings of the gospels. The first thing that comes to mind, of course, is
The Last Temptation of Christ, which had me silently hyperventilating
theirloveissopure! when we watched it in the Bible and Dante last year, but the same dynamic struck me when we were watching the the 70s version of
Jesus Christ Superstar, and I figure I'd probably find it elsewhere if I started looking. (Not so much in Mel Gibson's little church Latin debacle film, though, I suspect.)
As I recall from my childhood
indoctrination studies of the gospels, the figure of Judas stays in the background until his final, nigh-inexplicable betrayal. In trying to shape a cohesive narrative, modern filmmakers need to draw the Jesus-Judas relationship to the fore much earlier, and try to lay down a foundation for the final conflict, as when in Jesus Christ Superstar we have Judas visibly devoted (with lots of meaningful looks and touches, I may add) to Christ, expressing his disillusionment and betrayal, and finally taking his thirty pieces of silver. Last Temptation instead reinterprets the relationship radically, by
( spoiler: watch the movie first, do ).
I can see why Annamaria isn't so much a fan of Last Temptation, because her subject is Mary Magdelene and she doesn't come off so well in that film. Infamously, of course, Christ marries her and has sex with her and all that, but
( spoiler ). The women in the source material so rarely come off well in slash, after all ...
So, Jesus/Judas is the Harry/Draco of gospel fandom. And Jesus/John is the Harry/Ron of gospel fandom, all snuggle bunny boring fluff. In Michael Camille's rather nice
The Medieval Art of Love he talks about these wooden devotional statues that were popular in Germany in the late Middle Ages that show St. John sleeping "in the Lord's bosom". Camille talks a good bit about how anachronistic it would be to project homoeroticism into these devotional images used by nuns.
I prefer my own theory that they were slashy, slashy nuns. :D I mean, come on, community of cloistered women ...