Given my recent experiences with movie adaptations of childhood classics, I spent most of my time while watching The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe holding my breath, waiting for the brick through the window of my childhood memories. So when I got to the end of the movie and there hadn't been any terrible* desecration of the source material I felt a sort of puzzled relief and realized that I hadn't given myself any chance to actually enjoy the movie. I'm sure the filmmaker had a loftier goal than a begrudging, "well, you didn't f' that up too bad" from his audience, but that's all I've got to give.
FuzzyCo Grade: B-
* It has been a while since I've read the Narnia books, so maybe there's something horrendous that I missed.
P.S. If nothing else, the movie gave us this:
