It's the last of our sanity! We're headed to therapy this week by reviewing the animated movie that started it all for Lex's bird phobia: The Last Unicorn (1982). After discovering that she might be the last of her kind, a unicorn goes out in search of whatever happened to the rest of her fellow mythical creatures. Along the way she must escape an illusionist, befriend a magician, visit a grimy old castle, turn into a human, endure people yelling at her for no reason, and still somehow save all of her fellow unicorns from the sea. To say this film is overflowing with plot points would be a massive understatement, but reviewing it was a necessary hurdle for us to overcome. Now that we've seen it again as adults, is the trauma still too real? Or were we pleasantly surprised by our tolerance for the darker themes? Let’s find out together!