5-Dec-2005

Ah, the weekend.  A time for rest, a time for relaxation, a time for... "Narnia," the best movie of the year, in my not so humble opinion.  If you have spoken to me in the past 48 hours, I apologize for yapping your ear(s) off about this magical film.  Now, listen, people, it takes a lot for me to escape reality.  I might be enjoying a film, but in the back of my mind, I'm always thinking, "Yeah, she's about to get murdered, but at least her car's not leaking oil."  Or, "Yeah, the world's probably about to end, but at least these people have tried and true broccoli casserole recipes, as opposed to the new one I'm not gonna have time to sample before I make it for that very important dinner tonight."  But "Narnia" is the exception.  It is a phenomenal movie because, regardless of whether you're a naive child or a world-weary adult, it reduces you to a simpering pile of hope.  You can't help it.  You will believe in goodness, in nobility, in honesty and humanity.  Even if you try oh-so-hard not to. It is a shining example of why film is indeed unique, of how it differs in the way it speaks to you visually and emotionally from any other artistic medium.  So if you want to have a conversation with me within the next few months, go see "Narnia."  Otherwise, we'll have nothing to discuss, because that's all I'm gonna be yammering on about for at least the next sixty days.  The masterpiece comes to life December 9th.