Dawn Treader is by far my favourite of the books, unless I have read the Last Battle more recently, in which case the Last Battle is my favourite. (I am given to understand that I am pretty much the only person in the world who feels this way about Last Battle, mind.)
THE POINT IS, I love the Dawn Treader book, and I did enjoy the movie! So you might too! Although. I am actually slightly less fond of it in hindsight, mind, thanks to Sophia pointing out how they took Lucy's sole moment of agency. The fuckers. *sigh* BUT while I was watching it, aside from a few excessivly cheesy moments that totally made me sporfle (SEVEN SWORDS, guys! SO IMPORTANT!) I was mostly just sucked into the PRETTY and the NARNIA and the REEPICHEEP OMG. (There is nothing at all not to love about Reepicheep in the movie, which is good because he is my favourite non-Pevensie character an all seven books.) It's not as good as, er, either of the other movies, but it's still a good romp. And. The pretty. My god, I could waste hours of squee on the costumes alone, never mind the wonderfull special effects. *happy sigh*
I told my parents pretty much everything, but I think in this specific case they found out because I told my friend Steph all about my grand plans to get into Narnia, and she told her Mum, and our Mums were best friends at the time, and... yup.
I was raised in an ostensibly Christian family (although now that I'm older I realise that Mum's an Easter-and-Christmas Christian, and Dad's just generally religious in a I-can't-concieve-of-the-universe-without-God sense but likes the Christian church because it's what he's used to). I... seem to remember my Dad trying to explain the whole stone table = cross thing to me? But I don't recall, you know, caring. Becaue. Aslan! *laughs* Poor Lewis - he'd be so appaled with us.
D'you mind me asking how you ended up in a catholic school, with parents like that?
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THE POINT IS, I love the Dawn Treader book, and I did enjoy the movie! So you might too! Although. I am actually slightly less fond of it in hindsight, mind, thanks to Sophia pointing out how they took Lucy's sole moment of agency. The fuckers. *sigh* BUT while I was watching it, aside from a few excessivly cheesy moments that totally made me sporfle (SEVEN SWORDS, guys! SO IMPORTANT!) I was mostly just sucked into the PRETTY and the NARNIA and the REEPICHEEP OMG. (There is nothing at all not to love about Reepicheep in the movie, which is good because he is my favourite non-Pevensie character an all seven books.) It's not as good as, er, either of the other movies, but it's still a good romp. And. The pretty. My god, I could waste hours of squee on the costumes alone, never mind the wonderfull special effects. *happy sigh*
I told my parents pretty much everything, but I think in this specific case they found out because I told my friend Steph all about my grand plans to get into Narnia, and she told her Mum, and our Mums were best friends at the time, and... yup.
I was raised in an ostensibly Christian family (although now that I'm older I realise that Mum's an Easter-and-Christmas Christian, and Dad's just generally religious in a I-can't-concieve-of-the-universe-without-God sense but likes the Christian church because it's what he's used to). I... seem to remember my Dad trying to explain the whole stone table = cross thing to me? But I don't recall, you know, caring. Becaue. Aslan! *laughs* Poor Lewis - he'd be so appaled with us.
D'you mind me asking how you ended up in a catholic school, with parents like that?