Cinderella

Cinderella

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The World War that had put a stopgap in Disney’s pipeline of feature-length animated fables was long over, and the studio’s financial outlook was bleak. The throng of V-Day babies were approaching Kindergarten age, and the studio’s most recent entertainment offering, Bambi, was nearly a decade old. (Not to mention that the film’s unmistakably antiseptic, anti-procreation ecosystem contrasted sharply with the era’s fuck-like-bunnies population explosion.) What to do? Pour every last resource at hand into a fresh, new domestic manifesto—a film that would pick up the namby-pamby baton from where Bambi left off but strip away anything that didn’t reaffirm the studio’s commitment to crowning itself as the copywrit genesis of pastoral-in-pastel fairy tale dreams.

Cinderella was that manifesto, a trim hour and change worth of Gerber life lessons on purity, wickedness, and, above all, the heteronormatic balance to be found within a homestead housing both vaginas and penises. Note that, during the prologue setting up Cinderella’s complicated familial history and how she came to be a captive whipping girl to her evil stepmother and stepsisters, the film’s opening scenery showcases the gleaming, sparklingly lubricated turrets of Prince Charming’s castle rising in full view of Cinderella’s window like phalluses. (Anyone still have the original VHS cover for The Little Mermaid? Editor’s note, or rather, Ed’s note: My sister does!) And Cinderella’s jail-cell bedchamber sits at the top of her chateau’s own pathetic turret, limp and moldy against the main room’s sharp, behemoth uterine trigonometry, a sad reminder of the absence of the male presence that would circumvent her future among raging, unchecked cuntery.

Meanwhile at Cock Castle, the widower King can’t stop bitching and throwing dishes at his henpecked, whipped Duke over the fact that his square-jawed, presumably virile only son Charming spends all his time away and hasn’t settled down to produce some pitter-patting grandchildren. His solution is to throw the biggest ballroom meat market ever mounted, summoning every last maid in his kingdom in hopes that Charming might settle down. That Charming is a dead ringer for Rock Hudson and the nature of his outings is left ambiguous is something of a fringe benefit, nothing that can be allowed to transcend the realm of subtext (though fags be needing their fantasies, too). But Cinderella’s—and, to a closet-case extent, Charming’s—rescue at the hands of the androgynous “Fairy” Godmother is not only part of the text, it’s the central turning point of the entire film. How odd is it that the thematic birth of Disney’s renaissance as an illustrated Masters and Johnson comes from the spangled lace and husky-throated aphorisms of what is essentially a drag queen? (When looking for her temporarily misplaced “wand,” she looks toward her crotch, hikes up her skirt, and jumps in place in hopes that it might drop out of its hiding place.)

So, is Cinderella one of Disney’s worst films? Not at all—the sensible directorial guidance of Clyde Geronimi (who co-oversaw the Disney projects in their fertile, pun intended, 1950s period up to 101 Dalmatians) is the ultimate antidote to the octane-guzzling, latter-day Disney ballbusters, where every minor kid’s parable gets inflated to the scale of Homer, or at least Tolkien. Geronimi knew enough to keep his stories just that: stories. (If Alice in Wonderland lost its social satire in the bargain, then that’s the price to pay in producing cartoons.) So it’s no wonder that nearly half the film’s scant running time is devoted to games of cat and mouse between, well, Lucifer the cat and Jaq and Gus the mice. Disney’s animators were clearly game for saving Disney’s legacy, and Cinderella‘s art is simple but effective, especially when the intimacy of the mice’s world is juxtaposed against the impossible dimensions of Charming’s castle ballroom, or whenever the perfectly conceptualized visage of Eleanor Audley’s ferocious stepmother draws her heart-shaped lips back in a terrifying sneer. In truth, from an aesthetic standpoint, Cinderella might stand alongside the mythic yet unpretentious power of Dumbo or 101 Dalmations as definitive Disney. But, despite its prodigious charms, it has probably destroyed more lives than any other Disney film, forcing a specific, unrealistic romantic archetype that truly does only exist in fairy tales onto generations of impressionable children, who would grow up desperate, needy, and crushed.

Image/Sound

This deluxe two-disc set represents the first appearance of Cinderella on DVD, and it boasts the obligatory "all-new digital restoration." The best I can glean from the TV commercial split-screen demonstrations is that the standards of digital restoration are synonymous with dipping the Telecine into a vat of Rembrandt tooth-whitener. The film's colors (with the exception of some of the air-brushed background vistas) have ceased to resemble analog material. It's a fantastic-looking disc, to be sure, sparkling and flawless. But there's something a little off-putting about how many of the shots now resemble paint-by-numbers. At least with the soundtrack, you get the option to listen to the original (albeit bass-boosted) mono track without the questionable, modernized 5.1 remix.

Extras

Joel Siegel is just like Cinderella. He was a poor boy, you see, who grew up to be a rich, famous princess. That and a number of other gushy confirmations of my suspicion that Cinderella has brainwashed a record number of filmgoers are collected in a 40-minute making-of documentary that, typical in that historical details get the shaft in favor of "gee, ain't Disney grand?"-isms. Though there might be a record quantity of extra features on this Disney reissue (a commentary track or two would've tipped the scales), the quality and salience is markedly off. I mean, ESPN Classic presenting their top 10 "true-life Cinderella moments" from sports history? What the fuck?! As though most middle-aged men didn't already feel inadequate and pudgy enough watching their wives and daughters swoon over Prince Charming, now they have to be reminded that their athletic prowess has withered away, too? Still, at least when the extras have nothing to do with anything, they can't pervert the film's legacy, which is exactly what can be said for the horrifying music video-cum-commercial for the Disney Channel's stage brat stars, emoting like JoJo to a baby-house cover of "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes." How much stock do the parents of Ravyn and Orlando Brown own in Disney that their middle-aged kids are still allowed to crash every last in-house production? Statutory limelight-hogging. Maybe they both just watched the unbridled consumerism of the "House of Royalty" fashion featurette, where kids can get tips from Isaac Mizrahi on how they can spruce up their wardrobe and bedroom to become more like a jet-setting, starfucking princess. Obviously someone in the disc's production took the film's class-consciousness to its logical, gauche ends. Not everything in the disc is quite as tacky, though the obligatory "for the adults" animation backlot fodder is, like the making-of, disappointingly glossy and shallow. Skip right to the collection of songs that didn't make it to the finished film to see just how prodigious Disney's music department was in crafting pop standards. And then just skip the preview for Cinderella III: Season of the Witch.

Overall

A dream is a wish your heart makes. Apparently, whatever your head wishes is to be stifled and gagged.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Two-Disc Set
  • Dual-Layer Discs
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.33:1 Full Frame
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 1.0 Mono
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • French 5.1 Surround
  • Spanish 5.1 Surround
  • DTS
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Cinderella Stories presented by ESPN Classic
  • All-New Music Videos: "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" and "Every Girl Can Be a Princess"
  • Deleted Scenes
  • Music & More: "Cinderella and Perry Como," "Cinderella Title Song"
  • Unused Songs
  • Radio Programs
  • HHouse of Royalty" Featurette
  • "The Royal Life": DVD-ROM Design Studio
  • Princess Pajama Jam
  • "From Rags to Riches": The Making of Cinderella
  • The Cinderella That Almost Was
  • "From Walt’s Table": A Tribute to Disney’s Nine Old Men
  • The Art of Mary Blair
  • Storyboard to Film Comparison
  • Cinderella Galleries
  • 1922 Laugh-O-Gram: "Cinderella"
  • Excerpt from The Mickey Mouse Club
  • Theatrical Trailers and Sneak Peeks
  • "Dreams Come True": A Very Dr. Phil PSA
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    DVD | Soundtrack
    Release Date
    October 4, 2005
    Distributor
    Buena Vista Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    76 min
    Rating
    NR
    Year
    1950
    Director
    Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, Hamilton Luske
    Screenwriter
    Ken Anderson, Homer Brightman, Winston Hibler, Bill Peet, Erdman Penner, Harry Reeves, Joe Rinaldi, Ted Sears
    Cast
    Ilene Woods, Eleanor Audley, Verna Felton, Claire Du Brey, Rhoda Williams, James MacDonald, Luis Van Rooten, Don Barclay, Lucille Bliss, June Foray, Betty Lou Gerson, Clint McCauley, William Phipps, Lucille Williams