Now here's a Disney film unlike any other. Singing walruses, vanishing cats, lunatics in the woods, a psychotic queen, a hookah-smoking caterpillar, warbling flowers, psychotropic food and drink...this actually sounds like an Andy Warhol film to me. But no, it's Disney. What's interesting about this film, to me, is that the more charming the various critters are, the creepier they become. Look at Tweedle-Dee and -Dum. My girlfriend doesn't even like to think about them. There's something indefinably distasteful about the two of them gamboling in the dark forest, waiting for a new playmate. Or the queen, with her unnatural delight in decapitation.
I take it back: it doesn't sound like Andy Warhol. It sounds like David Lynch with cute songs.
I take it back: it doesn't sound like Andy Warhol. It sounds like David Lynch with cute songs.
