A movie has not made me happy in years. And not just any happy; the correct phrases would be heart-whistling happy, feet-tapping happy, the urge-to-dance happy.
That’s a lot of happy, if you see what I mean.
The movie… well, I bet you anything you aren’t going to guess this one.
A certain scene of it, red and blue magic flashing while making birthday cakes and beautiful dresses, is one of the earliest memories I have of pop culture. These memories are from days way before I discovered music, way before I discovered Hollywood. They are from the days when I used to sit very close to the television, with VCR tapes scattered all over the floor after a long hunt to find this particular tape.
It’s a movie from a time before Aladdin, before The Little Mermaid, and almost half a century before Disney killed their 2D department. It’s from a time when myth and fantasy were still being mixed with the highest forms of art and culture; Charles Perrault, Tchaikovsky, black letter typography and Byzantine miniatures.
Today, more than 15 years after the last time I watched this movie, I was suddenly the little girl again as I watched it on DVD. Yes, as a little girl, I was was enthralled by the princesses, the magic, the colors; but it wasn’t those things that enthralled me the most — it was the way Disney movies made my heart flutter with joy. Today, I remembered that joy, and I was once more that little girl whose ultimate dream was to work for Disney.
But today, in 2010, my 25th year, the Disney I knew and loved as a child no longer exists. Most people would not agree. I myself find it surprising that although my childhood coincided with the peak of Disney feature films (Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Lion King, Beauty and the Beast, Pocahontas, Toy Story), my interest in Disney ebbed away as the movies became wittier, less beautiful, and more 3D.
My all-time favorite Disney movies have always been the feats of 2D experimentation; Cinderlla, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, The Jungle Book, The Sword on the Stone.
Quoting my 14-year-old self:
“This is my tribute to a Disney dream that is now reality. Disney has taught me something no tuition and no friend could teach; to set sights to infinity and beyond. Disney is by and large known for Making the Magic, and it is definitely the dreamer who does. Whether its dreams are hidden in the heart of a pretty sapphire-clad belle that slumbers until her prince comes or a roller coaster that is ignited to life by the shrieks of those who are soaring through the sky inside it, no one can project a masterpiece of love and dreams so stunningly.”
What is your favorite Disney movie, ever?