In an effort to cheer myself up, I went to see Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe today. It didn't cheer me up, but I'll get to that later. First, the movie.
I read the LWW many, many years ago. It was a Christian allegory, yes, but I picked it up because I was reading just about anything fantasy I could get my hands on: The Chronicles of Prydion and the Dark is Rising series also fell into my hands at the same time. LWW was actually my least favorite of the books in the set. It wasn't until I was at the end of the Last Battle that the very Christian nature of the series was fully revealed to my brain. So many things clicked in...and being the young Lutheran girl I was, I was thrilled. Christian fantasy, how cool!
I've changed a lot since then, but I was still thrilled to see the trailer for the movie. I cheered, I clapped...I tried to go see the movie on it's opening weekend, but it was sold out.
It is being hailed as the best film of 2005 by some critics...and I would like to respectfully disagree. It is perhaps the film with the most precocious star (the character Lucy steals every scene she is in). It is perhaps the only film which features Liam Neeson and Rupert Evert as forest creatures. It has amazing griffons, centaurs, and a surprisingly sexy faun (was he supposed to be sexy?..I don't remember that!).
I think I may have even have spotted a wookie, but I think that was a mistake (although Lucas' Industrial Light & Magic did do the f/x).
But, I have to admit that half-way through the film, I found myself (sitting next to a 6 year old) thinking about the mytho-historical implications of the story...this is never a good thing. Now, I suppose I can be somewhat excused. I am a witch...and the allegory of the fiercest woman in the film (and how can Swinton be anything but fierce - gods, but she was freyja and boadecia and lilith and any other warrioress/goddess you'd want to name in that battle!) being evil brings up all sorts of thoughts about the conversion of Europe to Christianity, the demonization of pagan gods, and the subjugation of women.
But if a movie cannot disengage my analytical components and make me be present for the sheer joy of the moment, then it is not fully doing it's job. Especially a fantasy...I am a sucker for fantasy, and this just left something to be desired.
I will look forward to any further movies from this series...it sold well, if attendance in it's 3rd weekend is any indication. I didn't hate it, I just am not sure I'd see it again...unless it was to see the White Witch performing her pagan sacrafice of Aslan at the Stone Table (is that WRONG?!). But if you want to see the best film of 2005, go see Brokeback Mountain. That movie haunts me.
As for my mood. I'm still crying at the drop of a hat. I even found myself shouting at myself to STOP THINKING as I was driving to the movie today. Maybe I shouldn't be shouting at myself, but getting angry stopped me from crying and driving (not a smart mix). I go to see the doctor on Wednesday (although I just realized that it's actually the physician's assistant I'll be seeing) and we will be talking antidepressants.