2017 disney rewatch · life with muse and maestro

Disney Rewatch: 1941 – 1944!

Today I have some adorable animated films centered on animal protagonists from the early 1940s!

Dumbo
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I don’t think I watched Dumbo a whole lot as a little one, so a lot of Dumbo seemed pretty new to me! Dumbo’s designed for maximum adorability (and they definitely achieved that!), and I think I forgot about his mouse friend completely. The sequence where Dumbo is forced to be a clown is kind of heartbreaking (not a sentence I anticipated writing today). I also forgot that they spend very little time on the flying elephant thing or even really building up to it! Dumbo and his mouse friend get drunk and they wake up in a tree 80% of the way into the movie and that’s when they figure out Dumbo can fly finally, with the help of some (weird racist-stereotype) crows.

Bambi
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Goodness, you guys. Bambi is just about the sweetest, most adorable movie ever. I don’t think I watched it very much as a child (the princess movies were more my jam than the ones about animals, I guess!), but that just means that it was more surprisingly delightful than I anticipated! Seriously, everything about Bambi is lovely: the animals are so adorable, the art is beautiful, the music is lovely. Sure, Bambi’s mom still dies and his father is still kind of a deadbeat, but everything else is lovely. 🙂

Saludos Amigos
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I am 100% certain I never saw this as a kid, which kind of makes sense because it’s essentially a travelogue with some animated interludes. Basically: COME TO SOUTH AMERICA! DONALD AND GOOFY REALLY LIKED IT!

The Three Caballeros
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I don’t remember if I saw this one when I was younger, but I enjoyed it! This is another animated/live action hybrid about South America. (Saludos Amigos talks a little bit about the Disney animators going on a trip to South America so I guess they got a couple of movies’ worth of material out of it!)

I’m mostly familiar with the eponymous trio from the Gran Fiesta Tour at Epcot, a boat ride where they teach you a little bit about Mexico!

 

Next up in the Disney Rewatch are the animated features of the late 1940s (Make Mine Music, Song of the South, Melody Time, The Adventures of Ichabod & Mr. Toad)!

everything and nothing

if you’re so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid?

My husband thinks that I am too hard on myself. Or rather, he likes to say “you are good at everything except recognizing how good you are.” I think this is maybe an exaggeration. When I press him on it (“everything??”), he admits that I’m probably not any good at basketball, considering I am about five-foot-one and not super coordinated. But he points out that this is what he’s talking about: I’ll focus on something that I can’t do to the exclusion of things I can, up to and including focusing on the things I have no interest in trying to do.

(“You don’t know my secret dreams of winning all the basketballs. Putting all the balls in all the baskets.”
“…that’s…not how it works…”
“Oh yeah, how does it work?”
“…Space Jam?”
We are not Sports People.)

Unsurprisingly, perhaps, this is not the way I see it. (I suppose if I did, it would be easy to say “well, maybe I should just stop being so hard on myself then!” and do it.) I feel like I have very realistic expectations of myself. I am not particularly critical of my own skills at drawing or painting, for example. I don’t think that I am particularly good, but I don’t think that I need to be, either. Or the aforementioned basketball: I am not super-critical of myself there because I don’t think I need to be an excellent basketball player, nor have I put any effort into becoming one.

It’s things that I do think are important that I don’t think I am very good at because I know I could be better, or that I’ve tried to be better. Many people have told me – and I have read all the advice anyone else has, too – that berating myself over my faults or failings isn’t going to help me be better at the things I want to be better at. That accepting oneself is the way to progress. To me that’s always felt like giving up and allowing myself off the hook.

But to be honest, my way hasn’t worked so well either.

life with muse and maestro

oh don’t you cry for me

This morning, Maestro woke me up by standing next to the bed & serenading me with the banjo. (He’s barely started to learn to play the banjo! He bought it a while ago, but his first banjo student ended up quitting and he only just got his second this week…)

Anyway, so instead of getting up, I rolled myself up in the comforter like a burrito and enjoyed a song about how I needed to get up and go to work.

I did eventually get up to give him a round of applause, but now I have “O, Susanna” stuck in my head, even though that’s not what he played.