This, like The Goonies, was a movie I wanted, yet never got the chance, to see as a kid. If I had seen it then, I know I would have loved this film of a tormented child who escapes into reading only to discover that his latest book of an enchanted kingdom on the verge of destruction is no mere story. As it is, I am forced to acknowledge that the movie is pretty awful, and yet I found I still loved it. I suppose it has the power to spark nostalgia—if not of the film itself—then of the more innocent time the movie reflects. Thanks a million to the awesome Megan who lent it to me.