We watched The Chronicles of Narnia after work yesterday. If you don’t like kids, annoying kids, stupid kids, doomsayer kids, screaming kids, kids in the audience or British kids, I’d say to avoid this movie. I did like the storyline, I enjoyed the parallel with Christ (Mr. W told me the book series were written by a very Christian author), I admired the scenery, but most of all, I liked the big furry lion. I’m sure the rightful King of Narnia, Azlan (sp?), all-powerful and revered fighter/leader/advisor, would not appreciate my describing him as a “big furry lion,” but that’s what he was! Now how do you look at that giant-pawed feline without wanting to bury your face in that thick mane, or wanting to squeeze a rounded fuzzy ear? I bet his ear is warm. =) Falling second in appeal to Azlan is the remarkable face of the oldest human brother, remarkable because of how closely, in my opinion at least, this British boy resembles a young Val Kilmer in the ice blue eyes, the facial features especially the lips, the jawline, and even some regal expressions. I found myself wondering what this boy would look like 10 years from now. As for the rest of the human cast, the youngest child, the little girl, screams and shrieks too much; the younger brother is perplexing in his weakness and idiocy; the older sister needs her gray-clouds-follow-me attitude silenced by perhaps a stapling of her lips. The ice queen was decent. So was Santa Claus. Don’t believe me? Watch the movie.

How’s that for a shallow review?

Really. See it for the lion. Trust me.