Sure it's gorgeous and all, but what good is technicality when it masks some dangerous lies? Like a disseminated one, that an animal has value only insofar that a human gives it some. Until the final minute I had hopes this would undermine the unjustified 2nd half, a death to challenge the taming of the uncivilised. At least the actor seems to suffer as much as the horses.
One of the first films I can remember seeing in my formative years that made me realize cinema was so much more than just entertainment. Ballard's direction was peerless here transforming what could have been family pablum into something quite sublime. The near wordless first 45 minutes are spectacular sealing the relationship both between boy and horse, and story and audience. Kudos to Deschanel's camera work.
Adapted from the classic book, this evoked in me potent, childhood nostalgia. The island scenes are staggeringly lovely, with the boy and his horse, however, the latter of the film pales in comparison to the earlier passages. For someone strange as myself, I sometimes correlate more with wild creatures than people, and I would have been wild about this one as a child. Horses are majestic, magnificent creatures.