Years ago,I read a statement from Walt Disney about why he wanted to build an amusement park. He wanted something that the whole family could enjoy and that was clean.
Evidently his experience of amusement parks was limited to the low class dirty carnival types, with toothless lion and dancing dogs.
Now that the various Disneyland parks are raking in the billions, we have a new museum devoted to the Disney family.
I thought it was a tawdry overly expensive experience, and though the museum was clean, I came away with some negative feelings.
The biographical film was a big brag on the entrance to the New York World’s Fair in 1964-65.
The animated hippo with her big eyelashes and blue eyeshadow was simly ridiculaous.
After all those true life Nature films, the exhibit put together for the fair was a total fantasy.
All the last few minutes was devoted to the Small World portion, and since I have hated that song since 1965 when I heard it at the fair, I was worried that it might become a continuous earworm.
Some other writers have noticed that Disney films have a lack of the mother figure and question this trend. It gives the father a chance to shine and be the hero in a family movie of loss and reuniion, like Finding Nemo, and various fairy tales.
Cinderella and Snow White come to mind.
I always read the original stories, and did not raise my children on a steady diet of Disney moviews, such as Pollyanna, which was shown to my granddauthers so many times that they memorized the dialogue.
Cartoons are all right in their place, and the multitude of cartoon characters on Netflix and at the big theaters gives some competition to Disney, but I still cringe at the thought of hippos having blue eye shadow!