The neverending story (1984)

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 There are two ways to respond to tacky kitsch one is be extremely jaded and resentful to the non Olympian status of something’s aesthetic value. As if life is cheaper by existing on a spectrum… and the other more inclusive let’s call it the “yes and that is ok” School of thought.


The never ending story (1984) resides in a strange position (at an impasse). Much like all the major final fantasy games you could include the movie in the same genre of most YA fiction… let’s call it Babies first existential crisis.


So what is so divisive about this film? Depends on when someone saw it and if they have read the book (a classic in the vein of the phantom tollbooth or Alice in wonderland). If you saw it when you were a kid it could be a door opening you to neighborhoods of ideas and perspectives all in a wonderful camp 80s style that was just out there in the air (The camp 80s fantasy style is defined Jim Henson and his creature shop though there are many great films you could bundle into it like the princess bride).


If you saw it and you were an ass clown ( I am looking at you Gene Siskel [also if he can insult child Actors in an unprofessional way then I can point out that he is an ass clown]) Then it is likely you were not the target audience of a camp sentimental children’s film… or… in other words you were just to old to appreciate what it was trying to do (Hegel and Nietzsche can desensitize with there compromised life’s any nuance other than that of the shadow self [angry and jaded tom-fuckery]).


At this point (Decades after the fact) you ether like the movie or don’t.  There are objective flaws, from the hit miss special effects to only covering the shallow end of the original novels story in this adaption.


I have seen multiple generations of younglings cry at the swamps of sorrow scene. And once saw a room full of adults laugh at a little girl watching the film for the first time with tears in her eyes.


And for me that is the impasse, the fork in the road.



Peace and love


Be safe out there friends.

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