Saturday, July 18, 2020

Water Horse

Equine Wonders

Where have all the feel-good, make-believe movies gone?  

Every time I think I may go to the movies and look, all that are playing are horror films or superhero movies.  No judgment Spider-Man, but I need a really good E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial sometimes.

That's why when The Water Horse was made available to watch on Netflix, I was all in. 

Why wouldn't I?

This film has fantasy and drama and fable. And I love that it starts with, Once upon a time...

... on the shore of Loch Ness, Scotland, a boy named Angus finds an unusual egg.

Then, the plot thickens. The egg hatches, releasing an unexpected surprise. You won’t believe what comes out of it. 

Never.

Not in a million years.

A water horse, the legendary creature from Scottish mythology.

So now, are you in, too?

While the boy tries to keep its existence hidden from his mother, he and Crusoe (which is what the new pet is named), quickly become inseparable. Angus knows that he has found a friend.

But as Crusoe grows larger, eventually becoming the fabled Loch Ness monster, Angus must protect it from those who would want to do it harm. The farm has been commandeered as a posting for a British artillery unit, charged with placing a submarine net across the mouth of the loch.

As fate would have it, the nearby artillery battery soon opens fire upon Crusoe, having mistaken it for a German U-Boat. 

Super pitiful.

Dismal and distressing and heart-rending with a side of lamentable on top.

But then?

Angus leads Crusoe to escape through the net and into the sea.

I just love a sort of happily-ever-after ending, don't you?

But just when you think that's the end, outside a pub, a mother calls out to her son William who is walking down the beach. William has spotted a rock which has an iridescent shell just like Crusoe's.
  
It is said that in all the world, only one Loch Ness is alive at a time. Before it dies, it lays an egg which will produce the next water horse. 

Shall we say it together? Aha! Same story, second telling.

Well, hello baby Nessie.

Looking forward to meet you.

Gurgle! Plop!

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