With tongue in cheek I make the boy watch "The Secret". It's an exercise in critical thinking. I've seen it, laughed through it, but I want him to see it as well and note the many pitfalls of pop-spirituality.
Now on the very slight chance you haven't heard of it (where have you been?) it's a completely ridiculous "self help" film that promotes gross materialism through wishful thinking.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of wishful thinking. I wish I'd made this movie. And I can't really argue against gross materialism as I haven't the means to indulge myself - it's easy to be spiritual when you're poor. But there's something about a film that promises you the power to sway the universe in your favor, then produces a stockbroker who "magics" parking spots as it's chief witness. Or promises you a bigger house, a better car (with an image of a guy pretending to drive his dream car in his armchair), or pretty much anything else your grubby materialistic heart desires.
Shouldn't we have bigger dreams than this?
Appalling graphics, ridiculously low production values (I mean ridiculously) and liberally sprinkled with comic examples the film has done for spirituality what James Cameron has done for the art of film making or "What the Bleep do we know" has done for science. Or what "The Celestine Prophecy" has done for literature. But Rhonda Byrne, she's learned the secret and has laid aside tens of millions. And in the event that doesn't prove enough she's now got an book/audiobook out called "The Power", which, while I haven't yet listened to it, will probably be about finding love and/or passion for the things/people/events in your life and how all else will follow.
And as much as I damn the book and the film there has to be something said for the audience that's made her rich. Now really, people, aren't you ashamed?