“I’m the Mouse”
The origins of today's rich, imaginative Mickey-scape.
Before analysis can begin, we must venture out and collect data.
The origins of today's rich, imaginative Mickey-scape.
For one moment, it seemed as though the Eighties might turn out OK.
The unspoken expectation that the son is to be the father’s perfecting mirror.
Parody is an art form for "children who have had imposed upon them a meaningless iconography."
In its silly way, this is a movie about female sexual power.
"Between the experiential cunning of the animal and the more self-disciplined and attentive cunning of the man."
"Disney sold him into slavery, and he’s nothing. He's nothing."
A non-compact topological group of bare-breasted women in G-strings.
"He’s so much of an institution that we’re limited in what we can do with him."
How to survive not war, but peace, with one’s humanity intact?
"A degenerate 'middlebrow' horror, mass-produced for profit."
Comical yet not funny, equal-opportunity in its portrayal of human folly, artificial in the extreme.
From 1944–1953, Mickey was a Mouse Without Qualities.
Single-night movies aren’t snapshots, they’re moonlit summoning rituals.