WARNING: There be spoilers ahead.
So here is something you probably guessed about me over the last year and a half since we started doing these reviews: I have a teeny-tiny obsession with dragons. That’s partly why I love The Chronicles of Narnia, the Harry Potter books, and even Game of Thrones so much. It’s a bit ridiculous how much I love them, really, because there’s actually a small part of me that honestly believes they’re alive out there in the world right now (don’t judge; if you were as awesome as me, you’d believe it, too).
I loved How to Train Your Dragon. It was everything I ever wanted out of a movie and never knew I needed, which was why I saw it in theatres seven or eight times. It was harsh, daring, heartbreaking, mesmerizing, sobering, exhilarating. It’s in my top three movies, right up there with Tangled and Frozen. (And no, I don’t mean my favourite animated movies; I mean my favourite movies ever. Yeah. I’m that kind of person.)
And that’s why I got so ridiculously excited the first time I saw this.