Back in January I blogged excitedly about the Disney season at the BFI. In a classic case of best-laid mouse-house plans ganging a-gley, I haven’t yet made it to a screening, but I have greatly been enjoying the ongoing commentary of Mr Hugh Trimble at the superlative Gin and Biscuits.
A sample paragraph (on Bambi):
Then we follow an owl into his hole, going to bed, just as a great many other woodland animals are waking up and rushing to see the newborn deer who is, for reasons unexplained, ‘The Young Prince of the Forest’. Not that there are any laws or parliaments or actual governing to do. Though since we learn later that the role of the Great Prince of the Forest is essentially to stand in front of dramatic lighting looking important but not really doing anything, I suppose we can infer that this forest is run along familiar lines of constitutional monarchy.
It’s required reading. May your mouse-clicks scurry thither.