If only the priest would turn his back on members of the congregation, the movie’s logic goes, and recite the liturgy in a language they don’t understand, the pews would be full and the seminaries overflowing.
It’s time to bust out that old glove—the one you rubbed with neatsfoot oil and wrapped a rubber band around as a kid—and make sure there’s a hanky or two nearby: “Field of Dreams” is back!