The leap into the void that the two protagonists of the film courageously make together gives me shivers of emotion every time I need to experience it with them: up there, a horse and a Native American, suspended in the void, are finally grasping their long-dreamed freedom, for which they have fought so hard, and on the wings of which they will fly, from that moment on, forever.. And with an eagle above them to remind them where their gaze must always rest, to see.
Probably my favorite animated film: mature, moving, and exhilarating, with splendid artwork, a deep and compelling story, breathtaking landscapes (just remember the opening, with that eagle's flight from its point of view, which alone would warrant the highest marks for the film) and with a horse as a protagonist that finally doesn’t speak like a human being, but lives.
When Spirit runs free, we run free with him, when he is chained, we are there, with that devastating and mortifying weight on the soul.. But when he finally manages to fly, we can feel the wind on our skin, the heart beating, the sun above and within us, the sky that finally seems within reach and that life that is there in front of us waiting and must be reached at all costs.. Even risking it.
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