Clive Staples is rolling in his grave.

Wendy and I just returned from watching Prince Caspian on the big screen. It's passable entertainment for what it is, but it is regrettably not Prince Caspian. A more apt title would be Lord of the Harry Potter. Director Andrew Adamson's screen adaptation is a complete travesty. Adamson is a Hollywood-wannabe buffoon whose ham-fisted attempts at "character development" and plot contrivances have betrayed C. S. Lewis' vision and ethos - indeed, the very story of Prince Caspian. I suppose one shouldn't expect serious filmmaking from the creator of Shrek (which was far better than this tripe). And was that a Hannah Montana song at the end of the film?

Oh, by the way, Adamson was also the special effects supervisor for Joel Schumacher's Batman & Robin. That was the one with George Clooney. Didn't his Batman outfit feature erect nipples? Ah, that special Adamson touch.

I finished Prince Caspian (the book) recently, which certainly didn't help matters. It's a brilliant story, however. In the next post, I will go toe-to-toe with the cud-chewing simpletons who made this pile of refuse, er, film possible. Bill vs. the Philistines. And they thought Samson was trouble.