I must confess to having felt more than a little embarrassed at turning up at a childrens show in the middle of the day; we had a heated debate in the queue on the way in as to whether or not we would have to be shorter than the measuring stick at the front of the queue in order for us to be let in.
Yet on entry I was pleasantly surprised to discover that there really something in it for all ages. Although personally uncomfortable with the religious connotations of this perfect land in the wardrobe; the symbolism of the all-powerful lion who rises from the dead; the four white British children who were predestined to rule the land; the fact that Aslan was played by someone of other than white, British origin helped add a multicultural element to the show that meant it was still relevant, and educational, to children today.
The acting was overall of a good quality though of course it is far easier to criticise than to do it yourself. Particularly strong were the performances by the reindeer and the White witch, who was simultaneously evil and alluring, and sang a wonderful song about the temptations of Turkish Delight. All the animals, in fact, were convincing and had the most beautiful plumage.
I particularly enjoyed the dance routines, which everyone got very into; the one occurring just before Aslans sacrifice (whoops, pretend you didnt hear that, kids) was suitably terrifying and voodoo-ritual-esque. Everyone wore leotards, and stomped around. Not as terrifying, though, as the childrens uncle who had the look of a slightly manic genius and reminded me strangely of my old English teacher.
So, in the end, summer comes at last, Santa comes and fills everyones stockings and everyone goes home safe in the knowledge that there really is such a thing as magic.
