I must have been about 4, maybe 5. I saw The Neverending Story for the first time at grandma’s house, sitting in the living room with my 2 cousins. I loved the movie, but there were some parts that scarred me for life. Of course I can watch the film now and still experience it with glee every time…but that day, so long ago, is a day I will never forget.
First off I hated the part where Artax dies in the Swamp of Sadness. It was horrible. It made me very unhappy. It still does. Not to mention the fact that I had a big ole insta-crush on Atreyu ( who didn’t, am I right ladies?), and didn’t like to see him so upset. It was all very emotional and intense for a small girl.
Of course after seeing what happened to the knight when he tried to pass the first gate…I wasn’t too excited to have Atreyu try his luck. I don’t remember breathing during this scene at all.
Then there was Gmork. Need I say more?
Then at the end of the movie, the Ivory Tower is crumbling after all of Fantasia has already been destroyed. Very heavy stuff here. I was so caught up in the moment, I was certain that the Childlike Empress ( who was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen up to that point in my young life) was going to die.
I began crying inconsolably behind grandpa’s big recliner until my mother found me there and assured me that the Childlike Empress was NOT dead, and look how how her and Bastian are rebuilding all of Fantasia now. I will always remember wiping my nose and tear stained face on the back of my sleeve and watching the end of the film- feeling afterwards not just a little bit silly.
Well that’s my story. Tons more where that came from. I’ll be posting again soon.