The Chronicles of Narnia

Vinicius Monteiro

7/10

7/16/2026

Before Hollywood poured millions into CGI and epic battles, television gave us our first big ticket to Narnia. The 1988 BBC miniseries definitely made its mark, filling a lot of people's Sunday nights with a feeling of pure coziness. But does our nostalgia hide the flaws of a super low-budget production? I revisited this childhood classic to see if the magic holds up or if it melted away with the studio's styrofoam snow. If you've read C.S. Lewis, you know how attached fans get to the details of this universe. The BBC crew treated the original text like a sacred script. They didn't try to reinvent the wheel or shoehorn in made-up plots; they simply brought the pages straight to the screen. For purists who roll their eyes at modern Hollywood liberties, watching this feels like sitting in your living room listening to a read-aloud. It completely embraces the innocence and moral tone of the fairy tale without apologizing for it. Because they handled the Christian allegory with such care—avoiding the modern trap of adding unnecessary blood or deafening battles to justify a budget—it became an untouchable favorite for families. You can easily put this on for the kids without worrying about them having nightmares. However, this absolute devotion to the book comes at a cost. Books and TV run at totally different speeds, and trying to squeeze every single dialogue into six half-hour episodes makes the pacing pretty sluggish. We spend a lot of time watching long walks through studio forests or endless dinners that don't really push the plot forward. It feels very theatrical, with characters standing around reciting events rather than the camera showing the action. For anyone used to today's fast-paced binge-watching, this slow burn might put you to sleep. Visually, this Narnia has a funny split personality. When they shoot outdoors in the snowy British mountains, it looks amazing and genuinely imposing. But the magic takes a massive hit once they step back into the studio. The tight 1988 budget really screams here, with fake paper snow, flat soap-opera lighting, and painted backdrops turning a magical realm into a cramped backyard. Still, even this janky contrast is part of that Sunday-TV charm. You just accept the rules of the game, ignore the cardboard sets, and focus on the story. The same goes for the sound. The opening theme is incredibly nostalgic and instantly pulls you into the wardrobe. The only downside is that once the show gets going, there's a constant loop of background music telling you exactly how to feel at every second, which can get a bit exhausting. Let’s be real: watching adults run around in furry beaver suits or cheap rubber wolf masks feels pretty weird today, kind of like a rundown theme park. But there’s a massive amount of heart here. The BBC fully embraced their shoestring budget and delivered something purely playful that requires a childlike suspension of disbelief. Even Barbara Kellerman’s incredibly over-the-top, screaming performance as the White Witch fits perfectly into this campy, school-play vibe. And while we’re used to flawless CGI today, the 1988 Aslan was a massive, life-sized animatronic. Sure, he looks a bit like a giant puppet now, but his physical presence, combined with Ronald Pickup’s wonderful voice acting, gives the lion the authority and genuine emotion he needs. The supporting cast really keeps the show afloat during its weakest technical moments. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver are so charismatic that you completely forget how bizarre they look, and Mr. Tumnus is just as cozy and pure as you’d hope. As for the kids, they stumble a bit if you judge them by today's acting standards. Following the book so closely makes Peter sound arrogant and Edmund almost unbearably whiny. But on the bright side, they genuinely look and act like real, unpolished 1940s kids running from the horrors of WWII. It adds a strange but welcome authenticity you rarely see in today's highly trained, plastic Hollywood child stars. If you're expecting high stakes and modern action, you're going to be disappointed. The pacing stretches out dangerous moments so much that running from the White Witch's secret police feels like a casual Sunday picnic. Even the final battle feels like a cramped stage play, with actors awkwardly swinging swords that wouldn't hurt a fly, and major dramatic moments landing with zero impact or blood. To pull off the fantasy creatures, the BBC even used traditional 2D animation drawn directly over the live-action footage. It aged terribly and looks bizarre, but I respect the creative swing; it feels like classic book illustrations coming to life. At the end of the day, there's no denying this version of Narnia has aged a lot. The furry suits, theatrical pacing, and rudimentary camera work make it a tough watch for a younger generation used to fast-paced internet content and billion-dollar blockbusters. But that’s exactly where the real magic lies. Even with the styrofoam snow glaring at you, the miniseries wins you over with pure affection. It delivers a warm, safe, and deeply nostalgic hug that a lot of today's sterile movies just can't replicate. If you can put your need for flawless effects in a drawer, grab a hot cup of tea or coffee, and give it a try. You might just find that this janky, heartwarming magic is exactly the cozy escape you were missing this week.