A few days ago Disney released the first trailer for The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian.
I’ve written previously that I found The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe… adequate at best. For what it is, it’s a good film. It’s eye-candy. The story? It’s pretty dire. But, it was pretty to look at, though it never quite gripped me. (And the extended cut added nothing new or useful; it was just an excuse for more pretty footage of New Zealand.)
Yet, for all of that, I am looking forward to Prince Caspian. I have no particular fondness for the book — which I’ve read but it’s left little impact at the span of years — but I’ve liked what I’ve heard of the production team. They want to deal with some of the problems Lewis simply glossed over in the story. They want to confront what it would be like to be a child, grow to adulthood, and then return to childhood when returning to the “real” world. It’s not fixing the story, so much as dealing with the story in a sensible manner and giving it some depth and heft that it didn’t have previously. Which, frankly, is a good thing. What C.S. Lewis could get away with fifty years ago isn’t going to pass muster with a modern audience.
But I’ve said nothing of the trailer!
Frankly, the trailer looks fabulous. And it has trebuchets!
That’s all I have to say, really. It’s a trailer. It has trebuchets. And it looks exciting.
I think the film will do well. It doesn’t need me pimping it.