This is not a movie review.

This is just to say that I went to see Prince Caspian, and my busy, whirring, always-rushing mind (which spent the first minute or so of the film frustrated with myself for leaving my knitting project in the car) was able to settle comfortably, single-mindedly, joyfully into the an utterly familiar world, yet in a vision I had never seen before. There are nits to be picked, certainly (chief among them the re-wording of one of Aslan's most important lines in the whole series), but I don't want to engage my critical eye on this one just yet.

I must say, however, that battle position in the grip of a Narnian griffin is a way cooler (technical designation, that) way to fly than astride any broomstick, hippogriff, or thestral in the Potterverse. And this is coming from a person who thought the best moment in the best film in the HP series so far is the justifiably noncanonical broomstick-board escape from Privet Drive at the beginning of Order of the Phoenix.