My 10-year-old me remembers The Silver Chair as the ultimate adventure yarn, filled with all sorts of wonderful characters and fantastic, CGI-ready moments.
For those who haven’t read the book (or need a little refresher), children Jill and Eustace are whisked into Narnia and sent on an important mission by Aslan, a massive talking lion and Narnia’s godlike (but often in abstentia) ruler. Turns out, Narnia’s more temporal king, Caspian, lost his son—like, literally lost him—and Jill and Eustace are given some cryptic clues in how to find him again.
They bring along Puddleglum—a lanky, gloomy marshwiggle and kid-lit’s most awesome pessimist this side of Eeyore.
Soon they’re tromping through the wilds and plunging into the dark, cavernous worlds below, where they meet an army of goblin-like “earthmen”, sail a sunless sea and finally find their way to a massive subterranean city, where the prince is supposedly held captive.
We haven’t even talked about the company of rather deaf owls or the strange, bat-like creatures sleeping underground or the swords or the—sorry, I get a little carried away. Frankly, it’d be hard for anyone not named Zac Snyder to screw up a story like this. And to my knowledge, he’s nowhere near this property.