Last post I covered Curious George, this time I’m going to discuss the 1980s classic: The Neverending Story.
If you were born after 1990 or have been living under a rock, you may not be familiar with this movie, which is currently being re-made AGAIN.
The premise of the movie is simple: the main character, Bastian Balthazar Bux, is a young kid with a dead mom. He reads a lot. He’s awkward and gets picked on. He daydreams and doesn’t study math very well. He also uncovers this book, called “The Neverending Story”, and discovers that the book is aware of him reading it, and his presence is interwoven into the story in a bizarre self-referencing experiment of recursion.
For the most part, a movie that takes place in Fantasia, a place where every storybook character lives, you are expected to simply accept “hey, it’s totally feasible for a kid to be riding around on a flying dog-dragon.” It’s really not relevant to list them out since it’s in a fantasy world.
But even so, I find some issues that make me cringe and start boring my wife by ranting about it.
First of all, there’s the issue of distance.