Skip to main content

Prince Caspian

I made it home in 20 minutes, thanks to a lot of green lights and a slightly heavy pedal foot (shhh, don't tell Mom). But it was because I wanted to sit down and put tonight on paper so I have a record to keep my memory fresh. I wish I could videotape this evening and play it back whenever I wanted, or put it in a jar and stare at when I'm sad, or make it into some sort of cuddly creature that would be exactly what I needed on a lonely night.

Where do I even start?

I guess sitting in my car in the theatre parking lot, about to turn it off when they all drive past and I honk. I pick up a snack at the gas station and meet them inside. We get our tickets and as we head to the theatre, I suggest a magazine to entertain us while we wait.

"Magazine? I've got my PSP!" says one brother.
"You do? Me too!" chimes the other.

I roll my eyes at my sister, and we link arms as she starts telling me about the conversation I missed on the way over. We laugh and joke through commercials, and I chide them to turn off their machines when the previews start. I pull out the snacks (one of which is already done by the time the movie itself starts!) and we hunker down for 2 and a half hours of goodness.

Within the first two minutes, I am in love with the movie. I immediately view it as epic, beautiful, exciting. I think one of the things that makes the movie for me is knowing that Aslan will save the day. I am so excited, because even though there are close calls, even though there is tension, I am not afraid that the ending will be tragic. (another post on the theological underpinnings of this movie could be forthcoming but will probably never materialize)

Other things I like about the movie: Peter and Caspian. And Susan and Lucy. Do I want to be Susan or Lucy? I can't decide...They both get such lovely dresses. And great heroic moments.

I like pretty much everything else about the movie too.

It only takes about four minutes before I let out an audible gasp. They laugh at me. I laugh at me too. And I laugh at myself later, when I am literally on the edge of my seat, and when I am shaking, and when I want to cry.

The last scene undoes me because it all of a sudden connects to where I'm at. Sitting in the theatre between my sister and two brothers. Things are about to change for Edmund and Susan and Peter and Lucy. But they are tight. They fight together, they have a bond that comes from shared experience and lives and love and knowing each other. And that's what I want with my siblings.

It's what I have in a non-Hollywood sort of way. I don't have any doubt that if I needed Stephen to protect me, or Jonathan to shine his torch for me, or Sarah to ride me to Aslan (or fetch Aslan for me), they would do it.

And so, as the credits started rolling, Sarah is patting me on the arm, and the boys are laughing at my near-tears, I lean back and sigh and say, "I really love you guys."

And they reply with a grin, "I don't know which was more entertaining. Watching the movie or watching you."

So here I am, downloading the soundtrack, making a record, planning to read the series again, and wishing I could hold on to nights like tonight...


MLW said…
Praise God for His blessing of family. I have tears in my eyes. So good to hear you had a special evening with your siblings.
Laura J said…
Lovely post. I also fell in love with the movie in the first few minutes. I found myself longing to have a pen and notebook to write down some of the lines. At times it felt as though God Himself was speaking directly to my heart. I think I will go and see it again.
paulman said…
Wait a second... are you and your siblings a replica of the Narnia kids?

Also, I think you should try and find time for a post on the "thelogical underpinnings" of Prince Caspian (the movie) :) I would enjoy reading it (and commenting).

I've never read the books, but I'm wondering if C.S. Lewis fleshed out the reason they immediately started attacking Telmarines and killing people, without giving the Telmarine people a chance to make peace (or dethrone their evil king, or stop serving in his guard). I mean, I could easily see myself or a family member being a faithful servant in the Telmarine guard and all of a sudden get killed by a 16 year old. I'm innocent, I tell you!

P.S. I just read a Wikipedia summary of Prince Caspian, and it is SO different from the movie!

P.P.S. I hope this comment isn't too long. Prince Caspian has been bugging me ever since I watched it, that's why I had so much to say.
Alison said…
oh beth.... i just finished reading the chronicles of narnia series for the first time ever, literally 20 minutes before i read your post. i was weeping when i finished the last page of "the last battle"! sigh.... i want to go to narnia... can't wait to watch prince caspian.

Popular posts from this blog

What About Travis!?

I just watched Hope Floats, the second movie in my I-really-need-to-vegetate night. Now that we have more than three channels, there are so many quality programs on TV! Like movies in the middle of the week. I enjoyed many of the lines in this movie, including:

"I went home and told my mama you had a seizure in my mouth."
(referring to her first french-kissing experience)

"Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me."
(the conversation in our living room then went,
Girl 1: Only Harry Connick Jr. could say that line without it being incredibly cheezy.
Boy: Without it being cheezy? That's all I heard. Cheez, cheez, cheez.
Girl 2: Yeah, but it was sexy, sexy cheez...sigh.)
"Better do what she says, Travis. Grandma stuffs little dogs."

Bernice: At home we had a pet skunk. Mama used to call it Justin Matisse. Do you think that's just a coincidence? All day long she would scream, "You stink Justin Matisse!" Then one day she just…

Fostering FAQ: What's Her (Mom's) Story?

This is probably the second most common question I hear about the baby currently in our care, right after, "Will you keep her?"

It comes in many forms:

"So, what's her story?"
"Is her mom in the picture?"
"How did she end up in your home?
"Is her mom a drug addict?"
"How could a mom not love such a cute baby!"

I get it. It's natural curiousity, and I know I've asked similar questions of my friends who are adoptive parents.

But here's what I'm learning: a child's story is their own. And equally as important, the parent's story is their own.

Imagine how it might feel to hear that for the foreseeable future, you are not allowed to care for your child. On top of whatever difficult circumstances you are already in - perhaps poverty, social isolation, lack of adequate housing, domestic violence, intergenerational trauma, drug or alcohol dependency, low cognitive functioning, or a myriad of other complex strug…

Simone Weil: On "Forms of the Implicit Love of God"

Simone Weil time again! One of the essays in Waiting for God is entitled "Forms of the Implicit Love of God." Her main argument is that before a soul has "direct contact" with God, there are three types of love that are implicitly the love of God, though they seem to have a different explicit object. That is, in loving X, you are really loving Y. (in this case, Y = God). As for the X of the equation, she lists:

Love of neighbor Love of the beauty of the world Love of religious practices and a special sidebar to Friendship
“Each has the virtue of a sacrament,” she writes. Each of these loves is something to be respected, honoured, and understood both symbolically and concretely. On each page of this essay, I found myself underlining profound, challenging, and thought-provoking words. There's so much to consider that I've gone back several times, mulling it over and wondering how my life would look if I truly believed even half of these things...

Here are a few …