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HOLLYWOOD VETERANS aren't known for their humility, but William Goldman is an exception. The writer whose screenplays include Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and The Princess Bride continues to insist to legions of disbelieving admirers that he has no idea why some of his movies soared and others fell flat. It's not just his problem, says the screenwriter of The Year of the Comet and The Great Waldo Pepper. In Hollywood, "Nobody knows anything."

Goldman's famous maxim doesn't just deflate would-be screenwriters. It also cautions anyone who wants to change the direction of culture, including the growing number of Christians who are apprenticing in culturally influential places like Hollywood. Now that Christians are returning to cultural creativity, we may need to learn one of culture's difficult lessons. It's not just that "nobody knows anything" about achieving the cultural leverage to create a blockbuster. No one can even say, ahead of time, which cultural products will advance the cause of the gospel and which will undermine it.

Suppose that back on February 22, 2002, you had received the following inside information about two of the twenty-eight movies that were opening in the U.S. that night. The first, a PG-rated film written by and starring a baptized Christian, would feature nothing less than the conversion and baptism of the leading man as its dramatic turning point. The second movie, rated R and directed by a Hindu whose past work included an explicit film called Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love, would unabashedly celebrate the pluralistic world of India. Which would you pick as the most likely to make the gospel more attractive and plausible in American culture? And which would you expect to be the biggest success?

My Big Fat Greek Wedding, which premiered that Friday night, went on to be the fifth-highest-grossing film of 2002. Nia Vardalos's Greek-meets-WASP comedy is so much fun that it's painful to point out how thoroughly it baptizes, quite literally, the values of postmodern American culture, in which ethnic identity is one more commodity available to assist us in our search for personal fulfillment. In one of the movie's pivotal scenes, sensitive hunk Ian Miller is baptized into the Greek Orthodox Church in order to win the respect of his beloved Toula's traditionally minded father. Fingering the new cross on a chain around his neck, Ian tells Toula, "I'm Greek now."

If a latter-day Screwtape were searching for a way to convince Americans that nothing should stand in the way of following our bliss, he'd have a hard time improving on this scene. Baptism can't make you Greek. It can only make you Christian—as the apostle Paul emphasized to the Galatians, it's precisely because of baptism that categories like "Greek" no longer apply. But in My Big Fat Greek Wedding, baptism can make you Greek without making a bit of difference in your identity as a self-made subject who can bend the rules for the sake of love. With theological howlers like this lurking in the plot, why even mention Toula's and Ian's carefree premarital sex?

But another movie that explores love against the odds, family ties, and cultural identity also opened on February 22, 2002. Monsoon Wedding, Mira Nair's story of a prosperous Punjabi family preparing for their daughter's wedding day, is every bit as much a comic soap opera as My Big Fat Greek Wedding. But Monsoon makes the American dream of self-actualization look shallow, and it dives deep where Greek is happy to wade.

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October 2003, Vol. 47, No. 10