Malasada and I have a GreenCine subscription -- DVD rental by mail, like Netflix. While we're waiting for Battlestar Galactica Season 2 Disc 1 to finally be available when they owe us a DVD, a steady stream of the things we don't want as much flow in.
So I recently saw "The Chronicles of Narnia."
I loved the Narnia books as a boy. I read the whole series several times. Once I read them by order of internal chronology instead of the usual series ordering.
The whole Christian allegory thing? I didn't have a clue. It was a surprise when I first heard of it.
Now, almost three decades later, it becomes very hard to miss. My recollection of the book is sufficiently old and indisctinct that I don't know whether the movie is more heavy-handed, but I felt beaten about the head by the lectures on faith.
I liked the story better when I didn't understand it.
The entry title owes to Lazy Sunday, the SNL video about two milquetoast white boys rapping about their badass selves that was blogged pretty much everywhere when it was new. You can call us Aaron Burr from the way we're droppin' Hamiltons!