We saw the Narnia movie today.
We loved it. This is the movie version of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe that I've waited a long, long time to see. About twenty years. Of course, a version this good couldn't have happened until now, when computer-generated animals and other special effects made it possible for a movie version to retain the magic, rather than looking like schlock or a 4th grade play.
I have only a few tiny quibbles, and I hesitate to even bring them up, because so much was done so well and felt so right. Maybe I won't bring them up just yet ... I'll sleep on it, and will post a more complete review when I've had time to think.
One quick point that's important to anyone wondering how intense the movie is: the battle scenes are intense, but they are not gory. That was a relief. However, on another level, there are worse things than gore.
Right now, I am chiefly remembering the scene of Aslan's willing sacrifice. It was heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching, as I knew it would be. Anne, Betsy and I clung to each other as it played out. This was the most graphic scene of cruelty and hatred that they've ever seen, and not surprisingly, they couldn't really watch it all. It was so horrible, so unthinkable, so necessary and so tremendously sad. We cried, we sniffled, we held hands and we reminded each other that He would be back.
A year and a half ago, I sat in the same theatre and watched "The Passion of the Christ." "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" was my children's version of witnessing the terrible beauty of God being beaten, humiliated and killed for us. It was unspeakably moving to share this with my children. It was its own kind of deep magic.