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They started with bombers, and the war, which was perfect, of course, since not enough people in this generation understand what it means that the Pevensies were shipped away. (Quibble: Why on earth were the Pevensies carrying lit flashlights out to the bomb shelter?)

I am in love with the little caught breaths that each one of the children took when they touched the pine branches inside the wardrobe for the first time. And with Lucy's face, always. (How did they find such a perfect child actor?) The Snow Queen, I mean the White Witch (but she's very, very Hans Christian Anderson), is gorgeously frigid, and, and, and...

During the expectant silence at the camp before Aslan's tent, I swear I held my breath and twisted my hands tightly together waiting for him. Aslan. I don't know how they found a lion who could dominate the screen the way Aslan does. And then when he climbed the Via Dolorosa... (Shut up, it was totally the Via Dolorosa. The last time I saw an ascent that looked almost that painful, I was watching The Passion of the Christ.) And Lucy and Susan, watching him, and the White Witch triumphant above him, and, and...

I could go on. I could keep going on. I am utterly in awe. Maybe I will find something to critique after I see the movie the second time, but I didn't see it today. Oh, Narnia.

They got it right.

They got it right.

(By the way, there is never a good time for a cell phone to play Battle Hymn of the Republic. But if there were, the instant after the Stone Table breaks is clearly not it.)