I first watched, “The Last Unicorn” when I was around somewhere between 5-7 years old. I remember it was so beautiful and sad, it had me bawling all night.
I watched it again recently and somehow, the magic wasn’t there anymore. I found the songs annoying, Amalthea’s voice grating, and the story telling incredibly jerky and full of plot holes.
There’s nothing sadder than discovering something you found so enchanting as a kid lose its magic. There really isn’t.
The brother came home one day with a really ratty, borrowed copy of the book the movie was based on by Peter S. Beagle. I’m only about half-way through, but it’s already restored my faith in it.
All the things that I thought were unexplained or missing from the movie is in the book. Amalthea is also less annoying. (Thank God!)The Pirate Cat, who I love, love, loved in the animated movie, unfortunately isn’t very pirate-y in the book. And although the film’s dialogue is almost word-for-word from the book, the cat is much, much more endearing with the peg leg, the eye patch, and the occasional, “Arr”.