The Church of the Latter Day Saints affects people in very different ways. Some find solace in its structure and organization. Being told what to do and how to do it gives many people meaning and purpose in an otherwise vapid existence. But it's the other group of people that I find most interesting. Those people who've been raised by practicing Mormons and have broken away for one reason or another.
We checked out of Park City early this morning and caught a cab to Salt Lake City, where we'd spend the afternoon engrossed in history and religious discourse. After getting an earful from an irate hotel desk clerk who thinks the complex should just "shut down during Sundance," we hopped into the taxi. We were exhausted:

Upon reaching our destination, we had a bit of trouble acquiring our hotel room so early in the morning. After a bit of discussion, however, we were able to check in. Bill and a friend of his met up with us and, after sharing a few drunken tales, we immediately left in search of Temple Square.

In the center of Temple Square lies the Salt Lake Temple, the largest Mormon temple in existence. Members of the church must be "recommended" by church authorities to be allowed inside. The official LDS response to this is that the temple is a "sacred" place and therefore it cannot be made public.
Below are an exterior and interior (Bill gives it a thumbs up) shot of the Salt Lake Tabernacle:


The Victorian Gothic Salt Lake City Assembly Hall:
After taking in the sights and chatting it up with local LDS missionaries, we all decided to hit a downtown vegetarian restaurant, Sages Café.
After talking at length with our waiter, we discovered our first alternative viewpoint of LDS. What I find particularly fascinating about the church is all the secret happenings inside the temple. I asked our server about his knowledge of such things and, while he had no personal experience inside the temple, he too had heard similar stories of odd practices. One of the most well-known practices, "Naked Touching," was abolished in 2005.
I was intrigued by our waiter's candor and his willingness to discuss Mormonism so openly and naturally. After bumming around the city for awhile and then seeing the new Zellner Brothers' film,
Goliath (I'll post a follow up with pictures and perhaps my reaction to the film later), we decided to hit the hay early and called a taxi.
What began as a normal, monotonous discussion about Sundance and film, turned into a brutal dissection of organized religion--in particular, the Church of LDS. A victim of an abhorrent sexual crime very young in his life, this tormented soul reflected on his experiences--effectively indicting the LDS for all its sins, calling it an "anti-sexual predator." Without getting into all the obscenely graphic details, he basically argued that debasing sexuality and all its naturalness is equally as bad as forcing oneself sexually onto another person.
His logic is flawed and he's incapable of being objective because his emotions are clouded and jaded; but his passion and his
need to express his viewpoints are far more important than the specific points he attempted to make. And this is what makes these stories and confessions so vitally important. The bitter contrast I've seen between members and non-members shocked and amazed me today.
An interesting end to the festival, indeed. Tomorrow, I'll be on a plane back to Dallas. While I've immensely enjoyed the Sundance experience, I'm certainly ready to go home. I have a lot of blogging to do!
Labels: Festivals / Screenings, film, Slamdance / Sundance 2008