One of the State Theater’s recent offerings was “Latter Days.” It was not a great movie, but after seeing it, it’s difficult for me to suppress a chuckle watching those duos and trios of schlumpy, black-suited, backpacked Mormon missionaries who traipse around campus handing out their proselytizing flyers. I saw a group of them hand out their literature this morning to an amused-looking student who smelled as if he’d just smoked a couple of joints. I wonder if the Church gives them debriefings on what to say if any of their interlocutors brings up the movie. My father, who was raised a Mormon, must be spinning in his grave.
