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Wednesday Movie - Fantasia

I still haven’t come to terms with the audacity it must have taken to make this movie. It was the forties, the country was at war, and Walt Disney produced a two hour cartoon that wasn’t aimed at children. Further, it was split into a number of sequences which, more often then not, told no discernable story. Lastly, it showcased classical music as much as it did animation.

It tanked when it was released. Of course it did. No one in their right mind would make this movie intending to turn a profit. It’s the kind of thing you do for love. You figure that twenty years from now, maybe, hopefully, people will understand what you were trying to do and why.

Not counting the opening piece which showcases the orchestra itself, there are six sequences: The Nutcracker Suite—featuring flowers, mushrooms, and other bits of nature coming to life and dancing; The Sorcerer’s Apprentice—the Mickey Mouse magic-gone-awry bit that’s most famous; The Rite of Spring—a hugely ambitious sequence that spans the birth of the universe to the end of the dinosaurs; Pastoral Symphony—a racy number with bare-breasted centaur maids, voyeuristic cherubs, and an implied sex scene (I am not making that up); Dance of the Hours--an ostrich, hippo, alligator, and elephant ballet; and lastly Night on Bald Mountain/Ave Maria—where that huge, dark, freaky-ass demon summons evil spirits from out from the village below (followed by a forgettable denouement where the demons shies away from a great light and villagers carry candles into a clearing. Snore.)

Overall, of course, the animation is ridiculously good. There are parts though—a jellyfish that looks crayoned in, a T-Rex that walks like a fat man—which aren’t terrible, but stand out as pretty bad in comparison to the rest of it. Otherwise, the animators are brilliant—and they know it, so they showboat: water pours off of bodies, lava flows over a landscape, a thousand dancing flower pirouette in the wind.

As the movie begins, Leopold Stokowski—conductor of the Philadelphia Orchestra—describes the intent behind marrying classic music and animation. Its purpose is to recreate the impression of seeing music live. At first you focus on the musicians, but then as your mind begins to wander the music impresses things upon you, perhaps lights and shapes to start, but soon you’ll begin to create a story. It’s a great idea, and it works in this movie. I'll confess, though, that I’ve never fantasized about waltzing lotus flowers or the reign of the dinosaurs during a live concert. Centaur maids, sure! And how! But dancing foliage? Not that I can recall.

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Anonymous said…
Also note that one of the animators on the project was none other than Cy Young, whose 749 complete games and 511 career wins had done nothing to impair his draughtsmanship and superb brushwork. Following his 1937 induction into the Hall of Fame, Young became depressed, telling friends he was being pursued by men with no eyebrows, and vanished without warning in the spring of 1939. A letter to long-time confidant and sometime lover Roy Oliver Disney, Walt's brother, revealed he had gone on a spiritual quest/six-month drunk to East Africa; he was taken prisoner by Italian troops in Eritrea, and, after several gruelling months of forced labour (training Dago grenadiers to throw smoke and illustrating the frontispieces of Fascist tracts, boys' adventures, erotic novels, and translations of Dale Carnegie), he was ransomed by Leon Schlesinger, who traded him to Disney later that year for Frederick "Tex" Avery and a second-round draft pick. This deal is widely regarded by historians as a coup for Disney, since Avery had recently contracted the mumps, and never fully recovered the capacity to draw truly funny animals.
Anonymous said…
You guys are too smart.

I just liked the purty colours.
Anonymous said…
I'm with Jorge.

I always thought, though, that someone had to be trippin' on something to make that film.

Walt was a cocaine user, I think.
Anonymous said…
Furthermore. 'Centaur maids', as you so demurely categorize them (brazen, round-bottomed, equine temptress hussey tarts?) are a Disney invention. Centaurs, like satyrs, were all male, and presumably reproduced via file-sharing service.
Anonymous said…
In keeping with the Music Playing And Bare Breasts Being Shown/Weird-Ass Concepts theme, I think your next Wednesday movie should be Heavy Metal.

I saw it at an age when my babysitter had to take me.

I maintain it was one of the warping influences of my childhood.

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