There. Let the search engines come to me! Apparently thatâ€™s all you need to get expelled in academia. Seventeen uniquely formed letters mentioned in passing, or cited on a web site, and you too could lose your job. Even get blacklisted.
And thatâ€™s the subject of Ben Steinâ€™s Expelled, soon to hit theaters in April, but already building a grassroots following ala Gibsonâ€™s The Passion. The blog world has already been set ablazeâ€”flaming against Steinâ€™s evenhanded documentary-style expose.
The film got personal for me. Two of the profs feeling the wrath of Darwinâ€™s bulldogs (Huxley apparently replicated himself) got the boot from my alma mater, Baylor University, and my wifeâ€™s, George Mason. There were others, but how is it I scored twice in this 90-minute gem?
Which goes to show, again, that the debate over origins affects us all.
Stein's brilliance is really letting the key players on both sides speak for themselves. Stein gets PZ Myers to pillory religion as fantasy and a nice diversion like knitting. But Myers hopes to eliminate it altogether. The climactic scene with Ben questioning Richard Dawkins is on par with the moment in A Few Good Men when Cruise gets Nicholsonâ€™s character to blurt out â€œYou canâ€™t handle the truth!â€ under oath in front of everyone.