"You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch. "Myah have a myaitor myah, Myaslan," Aslan said in a high-pitched, mocking tone, as if to himself. It was kind of shitty of him, and no one quite knew what to say. "I -- Have you forgotten the Deep Magic?" asked the Witch, collecting herself. "Yeah," said Aslan. "Sorry." "I must tell you?" said the Witch, her voice going suddenly shriller. "Tell you what is written…

A famous author once said, “Any sufficiently opaque science fiction narrative is indistinguishable from a Christ allegory.” (Or something along those lines.) We should expect any movie set in low earth orbit to at least consider why we don’t see any dudes with harps perched on clouds. Science fiction draws theological metaphor to it like ravenous bug aliens to abandoned space stations, but reviewers and critics tend to avoid discussing the spiritual roots of a…