A Delightful Disney Afternoon: Peter Pan

  A couple of days ago I watched Peter Pan for the first time. I've seen bits and pieces of it here and there for no good reason, so I thought I should finally see it from start to finish. I'd seen the 1960 version, because we had it recorded on VHS (I'm going to be twenty this year. Oh gods) from ages ago. It was alright, but the costumes were reeeally fake, and they had a woman play Peter Pan instead of a kid.

At least she doesn't scream "sexy". That would have been awkward for everyone.

  I absolutely loved Peter Pan. Unlike Snow White, I had very little bad to say about it. The voice of Wendy was done by the actress who does Alice (I'll wait while you look that up), and the whole story, as fantastical as it was, is well, fantastic. I thought the kids dressed in skins of animals was a little weird, since they're immature children who don't know anything about Indians, yet can somehow acquire the skin of a freaking bear cub.

That's an Indian. Right? Guys? Guuuuys?

   That is probably the only real issue I had with the movie. Now, obviously this was the the 50's and everyone knows that Disney was a bit... iffy when it came to not being a Nazi.

They're letting colors into the industry? What is the world coming to?

 Honestly, now that I've added this movie to my repertoire, I have to say that it is probably my favorites regarding plots. There weren't that many songs, and I honestly don't think that was the main focus anyway, so if you ignore the racial undertones, this is probably in my top 5 Disney movies.

Oh the racial undertones.

  I absolutely love the pirates. I thought that the pirates really made everything better, especially their dance number about why they should sign instead of walking the planks.

You'd think that anyone who had that much time to choreograph would spend more of it getting better at catching children.

  I consider the storyline to be pretty ingenious, especially since I watched it with a child's mind, I totally understood the humor.

Mermaids competing for a boy that wouldn't know a boob if it motorboated him in the face? HI-larious.

 And it wasn't just that. I loved the map on the father's "only cummerbund", whatever that is. All I know is that it's good for map-drawing and will instantly become clean with a dry handkerchief. I know I keep saying that "I loved" this and "I loved" that, but honestly, this is one of the best old-school cartoons I've seen in a while.

 With that in mind, I'd like to leave you with this image.

I spent about 3 minutes going back and forth until I could capture this perfectly. You had better enjoy it.