Besides the pure delight of a film in which the love of Christianity and beauty and art trumps the rules of Calvinism, A River Runs Through It is also worthwhile for its articulation of the sacramental--it is through engagement with the world and with family through fly fishing that Paul is finally redeemed. He doesn't reject the love of his father and brother, although he cannot fully accept it. And through the [totally depraved and, hence, problem-filled] process of giving and receiving love, the whole family becomes grows in virtue.


Fly fishing represents a respect for tradition and continuity (ironically, it is Paul who never leaves Montana). Although in some ways (such as in not eating his oatmeal), Paul bucks tradition, he finally continues in it, and this is his saving grace.


What rings more true than the wild second-born who also constantly seeks affirmation from the more straight-laced first-born?