A cult indoctrinates its members, who come to sincerely believe in its doctrines, however strange they may appear to outsiders. A troll spins arguments in bad faith for the primary purpose of winding other people up. The Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas, however, is a strange hybrid of the two, a group of true believers who claim it is God's will that, for example, they attend the funerals of their enemies and celebrate. Those enemies include "fags", of course, but they also vigorously celebrated the death of the more conventional celebrity preacher Billy Graham. This would be laughable if it wasn't clear the cult is deadly serious. This is film-maker Louis Theroux's third visit to Westboro, and he abandons his normal even-handedness in the face of their cartoon evil. It's fair to say he doesn't get very far, and even the ex-members he meets are not that enlightening, precisely because the church is so inherently uninteresting, its doctrine as banal as it is horrific, its leaders strikingly uncharismatic. Perhaps all one can say is it's a weird world we live in; and some people are sincerely devoted to making it worse.
