The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe

Have you seen it?
Half expecting a line of biblical proportions we purchased our tickets early. Yet when we got to the theater there were plenty of seats still available. It was opening night and anyone wanting to go could have gone no problem.
Lucky me, I was, with a handfuls of others, fortunate enough to sit in front of three pubescent boys (honestly I thought they were girls because of the way they were talking and the high pitch in their voices) who burped, farted, laughed commented and shushed each other throughout the movie.
However, I did get one glimmer of hope when one of them wondered why Aslan was willingly giving himself up to the witch. "What is he doing that for," the gnat brain said. I just prayed, "Dear God I ask of you, let this dope get the meaning of the movie and please when he is my age let him be in a movie with his family as pubescent teens sit behind him farting, burping and laughing."
Big battle scene, but where was the blood? This was not Gladiator, Braveheart or the Patriot. It was more like M*A*S*H the TV series in it's first few seasons. The cleanest surgery staff in the Army, no bloody wounds in all of Korea. Wow, so very, very realistic. Yet if it were bloody gnat boy would not be able to see the movie and make an observation between his burp and fart because it would have been rated R.
Peace,
Matt