I meant to write a review of the new Prince Caspian movie last week when it was actually, you know, new. By now my review would be old news, but I’ll offer a few remarks anyway because it’s good material for a larger theme that’s close to my heart: why do moviemakers have to botch adventure stories so badly these days?
A few days after seeing Prince Caspian, we went to see the new Indiana Jones movie. It was fun. Not quite Raiders of the Lost Ark good, but pretty good.
I can enjoy a good shoot ‘em up popcorn movie just as well as the next guy (or girl) — what I don’t understand is why every story involving shooting (or jabbing, as the case may be) must be turned into an Indiana Jones-level popcorn movie. Fluffy and feel-good action adventure is all right some of the time, but adventure stories can also be more than that. In Hollywood there seems to be an unspoken law that they can’t be.
St. Louis-Marie de Montfort,
Pope St. Pius X,
St. Joseph,
St. Ambrose of Milan,
St. Thomas Aquinas,
St. Francis (and St. Clare),
St. Catherine of Siena,
St. Alphonsus Ligouri,
St. John Chrysostom,