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PhotobucketFriday night, I was channel surfing, looking for something to have on in the background while I worked on a post. Suddenly, I came across a movie that I was starting to think existed only in the murky recesses of my fevered brain. A movie so ridiculous, so strange, I must’ve dreamed it up. It was “Legend.” Anyone seen it? An extremely young and miscast Tom Cruise, dressed like Peter Pan, frolicking in a merry woode? Unicorns, elves, goblins that look just like the Leprechaun, Ferris Bueller’s girlfriend? Constant, disturbing yelping in the background? Classic fantasy cheese.

Though we’re at no loss for 80’snostalgia, the subgenre of campy, medieval, swords-and-sorcery fantasy flicks often gets overlooked, IMHO. I mean really, how often can we talk about Heathers and John Hughes movies? [Well, pretty often, actually. I never pass up a re-airing of Sixteen Candles.] But fantasy films had just as much influence on the reader, and adult, I was to become.

PhotobucketThere were the great ones, like Labyrinth. David Bowie, incredibly sexy despite huge hair, set my tween heart aflutter. I couldn’t understand why Jennifer Connelly didn’t stay to be his Goblin queen. And freaky muppets! Or Lady Hawke, which managed to be awesome despite the weird power rock soundtrack and odd casting of Michelle Pfeiffer and Matthew Broderick. Was it just me, or was Rutger Hauer both incredibly creepy and incredibly hot?

I watched Willow about a thousand times for Val Kilmer as roguish warrior Madmartigan. Ah Val, what happened to you? I was an Iceman girl. I’ve even watched The Saint. More than once. Willow was a great flick, with adventure, romance, and a cute little baby. I saw The Princess Bride three times in the movie theatre, back when I was in the sixth grade. A slightly different animal of course, definitely tongue in cheek, but “As You Wish?” Sigh.

PhotobucketThere were others, of course, perhaps not as memorable, but deserving of a mention. Dragonslayer had Peter MacNicol (yuck) saving virgins from a fate worse than death, that is, being eaten by a dragon or something. All I remember from Excalibur (Arthur, of course) is that I think it was the first time I saw a man’s butt onscreen. Lancelot and Guinevere were doing it in the woods. I may be wrong about that, though, I might have to double check for research purposes.

I never watched The Dark Crystal, looked too scary. Even at seven, perhaps I knew that it was just no good without man-candy. And let’s not get started on the Conan movies. Or Beastmaster. Good times, good times.

PhotobucketWhen vampires, werewolves, demons and ghosts were still way too scary, mechanical dragons, beautiful princesses, little people in costume and Celtic music were more than enough to feed my imagination. I figure that’s where I learned the value of a sweaty, well built man with long hair, brandishing a big sword. Epic struggles of good and evil, passionate romance, noble quests-it all fed my future reading tastes.

I also blame these movies for igniting an obsession with the Middle Ages, leading to FIVE years of Latin lessons, and a particularly useless Liberal Arts education. These days fantasy movies seem to be relegated to the kids. I think Peter Jackson and LOTR set the bar too high. But how I long for simpler days, when cute actors vaguely attempted British accents, wore tunics, and made out in magickal forests.

How about you? Love fantasy movies? Hate ‘em? Will the Willow fans please stand up?

(While trying to think up a title for this post, my husband suggested “Movies that make you want to kill yourself.” Agree? Disagree?)