Pan's Labyrinth

I recently watched the movie Pan's Labyrinth. I've always enjoyed the genre of horror fantasy of course and the visuals of the movie were very pleasing.

One of the aspects that really perturbed me about the movie (sorry for all those who have not already watched) is how every thing that was fantastic in the show could have happened in the little girl's head. It reminded me of how things really are about how much you want to believe in them.

Even with coincidences such as the blood in the book and her mother's bleeding, the burning mandrake and the traumatic birth and her escaping the commander by the labyrinth opening up walls to aid her... it could all have happened in her head. And if it were all true? Then no one would ever have known the fantastical world that brushed on the borders of their world, just out of sight and obscured by the worries and struggles of life. It would be silly to take the young, naive and imaginative child seriously about faeries and fauns playing games in the woods.

But that is how we treat just about everyone. With contempt, disdain and suspicion. We don't want to be silly children anymore. No more magic, dragons, witches or fae. No more secret doors and old powers waiting in the heart of dark woods. No more monsters roaming the vast darkness of the oceans.

Truly, if anyone wishes to enter heaven they must be as children.
For if you weren't, how could you possibly believe such an impossible thing?