The death of innocence
Ah the death of innocence. When I was 16, I melodramatically painted my baby picture burning and becoming ashes. little did I knowk how naive I was.
After watching Prince Caspian, I am once again brought back to those moment when you say goodbye to childlike illusions and beome an adult. Film is the best medium to see a drastic change from childlike delight and the sometimes uncomfortable transition to adulthood.
Who can forget when in the Rising Sun the boy become hardened by war? Who can forget that moment when the boy no longer recognizes his imagined friends? Or the all to painful discovery of a real death of a boy in " Stand by Me?" As the song goes " I've got memories inside of me, but i can't go back to how it was..."
In Prince Caspian the older Pensieve children battle with their struggling feelings of trying to fit into a world that no longer accommodates them. They cannot believe in the same childhood fantasies that they once knew. There is an underlying sadness to their return, and an inability to truly connect with Aslan or to perform their heroic duties.
It's a sad and true part of growing up. As a child, we are innocent of the reality that surrounds us however this becomes increasingly hard to do as time goes by. The shadows of war, pain and rage are right by the corner and it can no longer fit in with fairy tales.
After watching Prince Caspian, I am once again brought back to those moment when you say goodbye to childlike illusions and beome an adult. Film is the best medium to see a drastic change from childlike delight and the sometimes uncomfortable transition to adulthood.
Who can forget when in the Rising Sun the boy become hardened by war? Who can forget that moment when the boy no longer recognizes his imagined friends? Or the all to painful discovery of a real death of a boy in " Stand by Me?" As the song goes " I've got memories inside of me, but i can't go back to how it was..."
In Prince Caspian the older Pensieve children battle with their struggling feelings of trying to fit into a world that no longer accommodates them. They cannot believe in the same childhood fantasies that they once knew. There is an underlying sadness to their return, and an inability to truly connect with Aslan or to perform their heroic duties.
It's a sad and true part of growing up. As a child, we are innocent of the reality that surrounds us however this becomes increasingly hard to do as time goes by. The shadows of war, pain and rage are right by the corner and it can no longer fit in with fairy tales.
