Ivan Head wonders why we linger on a fly in the film of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, and discovers a possible link to 19th Century American poet, Emily Dickinson.
Now that a cinema has come to Narnia, at least to its outskirts, it is not surprising that visitors to Narnia pass through a curtain of advertising for franchised meals and drinks before the titles appear. Even a magical kingdom needs an economy. But I would like to comment on