Well I finally finished rewatching the BBC The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. I had started via my DVD player. However the remote control for that device seems to be broken and I had limited buttons to chose from on the actual device, so if I watched any another DVD and then returned to the BBC disc, I was unable to resume where I had left off. So all that is to say I finished up the last part(s) of it on youtube, where I found it available in the six episodes which of course brings back wonderful memories of my childhood.
The last episode of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is, in particular, so heartwarming and well done. The skilled directing and acting shows. It takes me back to a happy time when life was simpler and genuine love was more apparent in children's television programming.
As it begins, Lucy and Susan realize what the mice are doing to help break the cords binding Aslan to the Stone Table.
The contrast between Aslan and the White Witch could not be starker. There's the basic physical contrast of a proud, two-legged Jinn Giant clothed in snaky silver against the natural golden-haired king of beasts. The White Witch and company presume victory and in their bloodthirsty disregard for life pursue the Narnians. Meanwhile Aslan flies the true queens-to-be on his back over a scenic view of the Narnian countryside. They land in the abandoned castle of the preoccupied witch that seems to be, as Lucy and the change in now tiptoeing music suggest, "such a queer place."
In the forests surrounding Beruna, the fretting witch is unsure of her battle plans. In the open courtyard of the witch's stone castle, Aslan slowly breathes new life into the Narnians. Lucy finds Mr. Tumnus in a little cave partition within, creating a sense of familiarity associated with the last time we saw him, in a cave.
Meanwhile the witch is grasping for power, turning creatures both opposed and allied, left and right, to stone.
Pause is given to show the determined countenances of the boys. First, Edmund is frustrated by the witch's tactics and heroically pursues her, slicing her wand in half. After she stabs him in return, Peter turns toward her and sees her gloating in the aftermath. He follows her up a cliff just in time for Aslan's arrival. When the lion calls for the high king to stand back, he isn't taken aback, but breaks into his classic smile and listens to the lion roar. The witch's different smile is certainly her last as, faint with disbelief, she comes crashing down.
I love the coronation and the poise the Pevensies perfect as they take their seats and humbly receive their crowns. And in that moment we see Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers dressed their very best for such a time as this. To finally see the day, they then can breathe such a deep and lasting peace. On the shore, the children wade merrily among steady waves and look upon their king Aslan.
Trotting through the forest, they find themselves children once more, and the professor smiles upon their legacy.
Ahhh...the Golden Age of Narnia.