We transition from the magical map to the actual sea. There’s a storm brewing and within the Dawn Treader, Eustace is writing in his diary again. “For reasons beyond my comprehension,” he gripes, “we’ve taken the advice of a senile old coot who doesn’t possess a razor and dawdles around in a dressing gown.” I love that there’s a character in the movie who feels the same way about that last scene that I do. “So we’re back in this tub and lost in a tempest. Brilliant.” We ...
