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Never Cry Wolf

I just got done watching Never Cry Wolf, the beautiful, inspiring, and sad film I haven't seen in close to 20 years. The last time I checked, Netflix didn't have it. Just the other day, though, I thought to look again and there it was. It's every bit as beautiful as I remember it. Yes, I know I used 'beautiful' again, but it is. If there is a better word for it, it might be 'poetic,' but that seem to fall short in describing it. The cinematography is breathtaking, the sound, or more correctly silence, is deafening, and the score it complex and moving. So it's not only thematically interesting, it's technically impressive as well.

That film may very well be why I wanted to learn to fly, why I wanted to visit Alaska, and why I love to be outdoors, regardless of how little I manage to get there. That's a lot of responsibility to give one film, but I was 10 or 11 when I first saw it, probably in my teens when I last saw it, and there wasn't a scene I had forgotten. it obviously made an impression on me. It was one of the first movies we ever rented to watch on our first VCR. It was a movie that connected me to my dad - explained to me why HE loves the outdoors so much. It was my first exposure to the spirituality of nature, the wisdom of the 'lower' creatures, and the capacity of man to both exist peacefully as well as mess things up royally. That's the magic of Disney, I guess (though I don't know how much they really had to do with the film).

I can not put into words how glad I am to have watched this again. If you haven't seen it, check it out. I said so.