Where's Robbo? - Part Deux

A rainy, foggy day here in Northern Virginia, so self is taking the older Llama-ettes off to catch a matinee of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.

In order to try and head off distracting questions during the film itself, I spent the better part of breakfast giving a crash tutorial on the London Blitz. I'm still puzzled as to why the director felt the need to pad out what was dismissed with a single sentence in the book and could easily have been dealt with by means of a quick voice-over, unless there is supposed to be some kind of message about parallel eeeeeevil in our world and Narnia. (The other explanation might be that coo-el computer generated special effects are a recognized crowd pleaser and more makes better, but movie studios would never stoop to something like that.) Perhaps all will be made clear once I see it.

Stand by for a review later on. And just for the record, I am not going in predisposed to dislike the film.