…was good - though I admittedly went in with extremely low expectations.
Well acted, well scripted (sorkin. duh! inorite?), good humor, great pacing, and the score was run-of-the-mill Reznor/Ross, which means it was immeasurably more entertaining and engaging than the best work by other composers.

• Out of a deep respect for my mother, who might very well be next in line to be pope after this dude dies.
• It’s a genuinely awesome story.  Whether or not we choose to believe it, none of us should deny that it’s pretty awesome, and perhaps even more impressive if it’s all invented (The Greatest Story Ever Told?).  All religion is pretty interesting when you really dig into it.
• I usually go alone which means I don’t really have to talk to anyone and I can stand in the back or on the side and just observe the proceedings.  Yes, I’m judging most of the people there, like the parents with their flamingly gay son wearing a bright purple shirt under a white jacket, and the old people who themselves sit there judging everyone else for not wearing a suit or a dress or not following along with the traditions - even though their religion tells them not to judge others, and the parents who let their teenage daughters wear too-much makeup and too-short skirts to a so-called holy place of worship.
• To see (watch) people I knew in high school.  Maybe they were friends, usually they weren’t, but I like to see how they turned out.
• It’s usually true when they say the “hot girls” get “uglier” and the “ugly girls” get “hotter.”  I don’t feel guilty for thinking about that kind of stuff in a church.
• Oh, she’s appears to be single… nice.  If you need me I’ll be available on Facebook chat while I see what she’s been up to for the past 10 years and then close the page without making any attempt at communication with her because I’m anti-social to a fault.
• Stop judging me!
• I like when the priest walks by and sprinkles holy water on everyone.  It’s like we’re the fans at a sweltering rock concert and he’s in the band spraying us with his water bottle.
• What?  It’s not like that at all?  Yes it is.  Shut up.
• The body of Christ is the most delicious little cracker in this world.  I wish I could buy those wafers and put cheese and pepperoni on them to make little tiny Jesus Pizzas.
• I’d probably put Nutella on the wafers too.  I bet that’d be delicious.  Nutella Jesuses.
• What was I talking about?
• Now I’m gonna go listen to Jesus Christ Superstar for the millionth time.
• Maybe Ian Gillian is actually the second coming of Jesus and his gift to the world is Smoke On The Water, Highway Star, and the rest of his excellent work with Deep Purple.  And maybe the day of reckoning will come at the hand of his servant Richie Blackmore’s blistering riffs.
• Oh look!  I found some jelly beans!