My favorite late-period, non-Pixar Disney is Emperor's New Groove. No love interests at all (unless John Goodman and David Spade as a Llama count). I guess you could make an argument about Eartha Kitt (RIP - sniff!) being the villain as a stereotype of some kind, but I really think that casting was all about THAT VOICE.
Plus, her and Patrick Warburton were hilarious playing off each other.
I love
Emperor's New Groove
so very much. It's ridiculously hilarious and has an awesome zoom-out joke. Who has zoom-out jokes anymore?
I'm pretending Jessica is talking about 2001.
I thought she was! But I guess she wasn't. That also makes sense, I see.
Also, don't forget Lilo & Stitch!
I didn't have problems with the Disney reinterpretations of fairy tales/fables because I pretty much hated the originals anyway. (I know, I know, heresy!)
So for the most part I went for the music and the pretty animation.
Also, don't forget Lilo & Stitch!
"It's okay, my dog found the chainsaw."
Hey, in
Mulan
the girl kicks major ass all by herself! And the second appearance of
"Make a Man Out of You" has them all cross-dressing!
speaking of source material. Have you read the original Bambi?
It's right up there with Johnny Got His Gun as most effective anti-war screed ever. I've got a 1945 edition translated from the French. (Felix Salton, fyi)
I sincerely do not know how Disney when from Salton's words to Bambi splay-legged across a pond. Nor, how they glossed over what happened to the real Thumber. I'm not even kidding when I say it is brutal.
Oh no! Bambi is sad enough as it is!
Seriously. But the original is painful. One of those things you are glad you read because it really makes you think, but not an annual favorite, if you know what I mean.
Hm. It's been a while. Must re-read.
ACK! No. I can't watch Bambi. I can't watch anything with animals, unless I know it is Happy! Shiny! I just can't deal.
Even Marley & Me-- leaving aside the fact that I cannot abide either Jennifer Aniston or Owen Wilson, there's just no way I'd go see that movie, what with all the warnings of the heart-string tugging at the end.
Let's put it this way-- during Independence Day? When the big fireball was roaring down the tunnel? I was frantically yelling in the theatre for the puppy to JUMP out of the way. Lewis was sitting next to me muttering, "Millions of people have been incinerated and you're worried about the dog."