A Poem to The Last Unicorn

Out of the random nowhere, we watched The Last Unicorn (1982) as a family last week. It's an animated film based on a book of the same title. The animation was done by the Japanese animation studio Topcraft, which one may recognize (I did visually) from the 1977 The Hobbit adaptation. I found the voice acting mostly off somehow (even Jeff Bridges), and so was surprised to such well known names numbered among the cast. However, one stands out to write home (online?) about. Hearing the first lines from Christopher Lee as the decrepit King Haggard was chilling, after having spent so many hours with him as the oddly familiar role of Saruman through the years.

When questioned, I can never really seem to explain why I become fond of movies such as this. I have similar issues defending the also (even more) frantic The Transformers: The Movie (1986). And so, here's the best I can do for now: a questionable poem to The Last Unicorn:

A unicorn of questionable animation
The last one
A questionable friend in Schmendrick
We're all over the damn place
A red, demon bull of flames
Awesome sight, no question
They don't make them like this anymore
In both good ways, and in bad
My wife didn't like it

Eleventeen over ten, would recommend.