The 1984 Disney movie The Black Cauldron is one of my favourite movies of all time. It inspired me to read the series, and it’s one of my favourites of all time, as well. Whenever I head the lines,
Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain, there was once a king so cruel and so evil, that even the Gods feared him. Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown, alive, into a crucible of molten iron. There his demonic spirit was captured in the form of a great, black cauldron. For uncounted centuries, the black cauldron lay hidden, waiting, while evil men searched for it, knowing whoever possessed it would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors… and with them, rule the world.
I, whenever I hear that, look a lot like this:
I apologize for the large amount of Disney in this post, but I can’t help myself. Those movies are a huge part of my life, as a child and as a young adult. That movie in the gif, not so much, since it’s 3rd generation Disney, but still, Disney flicks in general are very important to me.
the Black Cauldron, actually, is so important to me, that there’s even a quote I want to get tattooed on my body (that page, here). I’m supposed to be working on a literary analysis of the short story, The Painted Door by Sinclair Ross. It is probably the most depressing story I’ve read in a long time, and I’ve read the Count of Monte Cristo.
Anywho, thanks for reading this! I’m going crazy. Slowly.