

To be fair, the second half feels like an entirely different story for a very different audience. It is still the same story, the same characters, and similar themes about imagination, shame and responsibility. But the part where he’s lost almost all of his memory, and only wishes for a place to belong, where he ends up with the monks and mines the paintings is probably the scene I’ve thought about the most in my life. And it’s so focused on the inner state of Bastian, that I just don’t think it could be translated to the screen satisfyingly. Maybe some director could make it happen. But it’d be a very different movie. Hell, it’s almost an entirely different book at that point, but it somehow works.













No, that’s a horn you’re talking about. þorn is a cultivated form of cereal grass/grain, with a fancy cob growing on top of a tall stalk. When it’s one of the variants that’s grown for food, it’s usually very tasty when grilled, with just some butter and salt.