I had watched the silent version of Cecil B. DeMille's The Ten Commandments a few days earlier. It wasn't what I expected.
There was nothing uplifting or inspirational about the Ten Commandments themselves, but the movie takes several minutes spelling out each one, like no one ever heard of them before. Then Moses murders three thousand of his followers for worshiping a golden calf. It was the most innocuous pagan idol imaginable, but they had to make it look depraved with a big giant calf-induced orgy.
At that point, the story switches to what was then the present day. We see a dour old woman reading the Bible to her two adult sons. It becomes a Gallant and Goofus story. One son listens piously. The other acts likes a normal person having this forcibly read to him for the umpteenth time. The deranged old women yells at him that he'll get what those three thousand murdered Israelites got!
"Laugh at the Ten Commandments all you want, Danny," the good brother says, "but they pack an awful wallop."
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