Pompeii, the Movie

Last Sunday, we had a Sister Bonding. We watched the movie, Pompeii. What a love story! It’s another different love story. I’ve never seen one like it before.  After the movie, all you’d want to do is go to Church and pray. Oh Lord, please never ever let that happen to us.

Through the movie, we were transported to Roman times in 62-79 AD. Huh! You would not want to live in that era when gladiators fought in the arena. Gladiators were far from glad. They may be glad when they survived a fight. That was just a momentary gladness. They knew that next time they’d go to the arena, they might no longer be the glad survivor. More savage were those who watched them fight and die. And boy, they’re glad! They applauded!

What could have made Mount Vesuvius erupt and bury all those savage brutes? There was no devastation known in human history attributed to an act of God more terrible than what happened in Pompeii. Amidst all their daily cares, and activities, they were stricken and buried deep in deadly lava and volcanic ash. There were earthquakes, then a tsunami, and finally the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. There was no escape neither by land nor by sea. The best part was when Articus, the best friend of Milo who was a slave and a gladiator raised his fist and shouted in triumphant acceptance: “I die a free man.” Best of all, when Milo uttered: “I don’t want to die running.” So, he held Lady Cassia for a few precious moments hugging and kissing her.