During lunch, at school, I watch movies with a bunch of students. This week, we’re watching “The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”. First, let me say that I’m not really a fan of this movie. I think the move spreads itself way too thin way too fast. The reason movies like Star Wars and Harry Potter work (even Star Trek, if you think about it), is that they create universes starting from a small group of heroes. Then, as the series expands, we’re introduced to secondary plots and characters. We care about the main characters and by association care about their friends. Narnia starts off, and within a few minutes, we’re thrown into this world and we’re supposed to care about its inhabitants. I couldn’t bring myself to do. Actually, all I could think of was the South Park episode Imaginationland (you can watch it here for free on their official site. LEGAL!) where the kids are thrown into a battle that doesn’t have anything to do with them and they’re forced to care. Anyway, we’re watching this movie and I always pause the film at 12:50. Today, we’re at this big epic battle between the forces of good and evil. It seems fairly epic. You’ve got ogres and tigers and orcs and centaurs AND MORE! So you’ve got these two sides, getting ready for the film’s payoff battle. And the kids can see it’s almost time to pause. So I’ve got my finger hovering over the pause key. They know what that means. As they see the film getting awesome and my finger about to pause that excitement, they start whining, pleading with me not to pause the film, trying to negotiate for a few extra minutes.
What do you think I did?
I waited for the two sides to start charging towards each other (and most of the kids knew what was coming…). As the camera swept the epic vista of Narnia, as the fastest fighters from both sides, the felines, reach each other, they leap through the air, teeth exposed, about to destroy each other in raging balls of fur and energy… I paused it.
You can be sure (and you’ll already know this if you know me or my father) that I was laughing and sorta dancing a bit as the kids filed out; disappointed.
More and more like him every day….