i owe mel gibson a certain debt of gratitude. back when "the passion..." came out, all the surrounding one-horse towns around fort worth would send busloads of baptist senior citizens over to the big city (my city would be comparable to one new york city block, one of the duller ones) to see the big movie about their savior. often they would end up at the little antique store i work at. we made a lot of money, old baptists sure like their antiques.