The Book of Eli

I want to give a strong recommendation for "The Book of Eli."
My friend Jesse and I watched it the other night on the rooftop terrace of the house where he is staying. The coloring of the movie is quite black and white. Antigua doesn't have a lot of nighttime lights, so our surroundings matched the movie. And you want surround sound? The live noises often seemed to match the feel of the movie. In the movie, they were gunshots; in Antigua, they were personal fireworks, but believe me it had the same feeling. I think that's as close as I have ever been to feeling like I am really present in a movie. And if you've seen the movie, you know that it's not exactly a fairy tale you want to live. The reason I consider this a good experience is that it made me think. It made me think about how people are lost and destitute without God and His Word. The movie was about the value and power of the Bible. I won't spoil it because I want you all to go see it, but I will tell you that watching it from a rather barren rooftop in a poor tourist city where many people are searching for ways to make themselves feel better--this was a very interesting backdrop to consider the difference God's Word makes.
I won't lie. I couldn't have watched such a movie in such an atmosphere alone. I was glad to be with a good guy. And the reason we were on the terrace is because we wanted to be above reproach for the rest of the people in the house. See, Jesse and I are the only Christians around who seem to really care about living out our faith. When he told his family I was coming over to watch a movie, he was told that if we were planning to sleep together to get a hotel. So we decided to stay far away from his room, though that would have been more comfortable, in order that the people in the house would know we were not up to anything funny.
Immediately, having watched "El Libro de Eli" became an opportunity. While waiting for a trusted taxi to take me home, we told Jesse's host about the movie's plot. He wasn't really interested, but at least he could see that we really did watch a movie and that I was going home rather early.
Then the next day, I got to explain the plot to my Spanish teacher. It took like an hour. No joke. In Spanish, you tell stories and plots with the imperfect tense that English doesn't have, and so its tricky for me. But I had succeeded in capturing her interest, and she didn't mind helping me get through the entire plot. I got to give her details. Got to tell her the moral of the story. I learned that she, like most Guatemalans I've met, think there is no difference between what I believe and Catholicism. They say it is the same God. And they are right. But how do I explain that my understanding of Jesus' role is different? How do I explain that it is not about works? How do I explain that Mary is not the center? How do I explain grace? Lord, help!