A Movie That Defined a Generation

Last night we watched the Never Ending Story, mostly because Heather had never seen it before (i mourn for her childhood), but also because i was curious to see this movie again that i had spent my whole youth watching. It's a morose film, and i think i can pinpoint scenes in the movie that directly led to my decade of depression. It's also very enchanting, philosophical and redeeming in the end. With it's top-shelf production value, set design, and fantastical plot, it's no wonder it's a movie that permeated the lives of anyone born circa 1980.

The riddle that has plagued me since i first viewed the film continues to plaugue me today, as in the end, when Bastian has to name the Empress of Fantasia, he yells the name but the sound is muddled by a thunderstorm. so i've never known the name he gave her, the name of his dead mother. So, being the genius that i am, i turned on the subtitles during that scene and THEY OMIT THAT LINE IN THE SUBTITLES! there's just no subtitle when he screams the name, and this may throw me into another decade of depression, indeed.