"There may be other Disney movies that are, at worst, purposeful mediocrities and, at best, junky entertainments. I mean, they're not all the psychologically regressive, reactionary enslavements of both imagination and womankind that their most praised "studio classics" Snow White, The Little Mermaid, and Cinderella clearly are. One can enjoy the likes of The Jungle Book or Alice in Wonderland or even The Emperor's New Groove without simultaneously yanking up the slack of America's artistic equivalent of foot-binding straps. Still, if you ask me, there are but two movies from their entire promiscuous home video vault that should have even the legal right to infiltrate the minds of impressionable, hormonal time bombs—the first, Dumbo, because of its devastatingly sweet portrait of maternal love in the face of socio-sexual rejection, and the second, 101 Dalmatians, because of its equally compelling take on the aesthetic and fashionable virtues of tearing the roof off the mother-sucker. Between the two, all the studio's other face-offs between virginal, lily-white virtue and fat, ugly evil seem two-dimensional."
Slant on 101 Dalmatians
"The gods who nurse this universe think little of mortals' cares. They sit in crowds on exclusive clouds and laugh at our love affairs. I might have had a real romance if they'd given me a chance. I loved him, but he didn't love me. I wanted him, but he didn't want me. Then the gods had a spree and indulged in another whim. Now he loves me, but I don't love him." - Cole Porter
Updated On: 12/9/13 at 12:29 PM