The Sword in the Stone

The Sword in the Stone

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When I first met Merlin, he was nursing the last dribbles of gin and tonic as the dense liquid colluded greasily with the residue melting from the remaining slivers of ice at the bottom of his glass. He had been twirling his moustache while sitting at the far end of the bar, trying to size up the distance between the date on my fake ID and my actual age, and simultaneously considering whether that deficit was large enough to turn the odds against his up-to-that-point clean record. I had been transfixed by the amorphous pouch of perspiration-flecked g-string surrounding an angular go-go boy’s hypnotically weightless basket. Merlin was close enough to the billowing man-mass to get his cheek occasionally tickled by errant peach fuzz. Our eyes inevitably met. He summoned a c-note out of thin air, tucked it in the waistband above that insistent, moist gob of flesh and began sauntering his way over, his clumsy gait hampered further by his endearing nearsightedness. He offered me something stiff for my throat. I instead asked if he had any sugar, my voice still cracking under the pressure of late-surging testosterone. I presumed I was kissing him off, but little did I realize I was predestined to learn the tricks of Merlin’s trade from the business end of his magic wand. He picked up the tab, even if my wafting pheromones were what really loosened his purse strings. And so it was, just like that, without potion, without alchemy, that I was shown the ropes at the tender age of 17. Merlin brought out in me the animals I never knew I could be. He had my heart racing like a squirrel. He had my body soaring into the stratosphere like a bird. He had me slippery and firm like a fresh young perch. It, of course, didn’t last forever. Eventually my taste for knowledge outpaced his stamina to teach, and he eventually flew south to the Keys for a winter that eventually became the next few winters. I suppose I could’ve felt betrayed, but the more people I reduce to calling me “Your Majesty,” the more I realize I could’ve never had the confidence to lay my sword into their rock-hard crevasses without Merlin’s guiding hand.

Image/Sound

At 45 years old, this wispy little twink of a film is really starting to show its age. Some of the cell animation reveals so many artifacts that it almost appears to be snowing indoors (and not just that one time Merlin casts his winter spell). The colors are invariably strong, and if truth be told, I almost prefer the look of this disc to the microwaved, uniform hues of some of Disney's more high-profile discs. There aren't too many songs in this one, and all are oddly anti-catchy, but there's a surprisingly wide range. I'm not sure, but I thought the low-end frequencies actually rivaled those on The Jungle Book.

Extras

Not a particularly well-stocked release, with only a few featurettes, two bonus shorts and one lousy (in every sense) game. Figures, this would be the release that foregoes a jailbait music video.

Overall

Merlin's got the potion that will put your sword into motion.

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Specifications
  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.33:1 Full Frame
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • French 2.0 Mono
  • Spanish 2.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Closed Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • French Subtitles
  • Spanish Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Music Magic: The Sherman Brothers
  • Disney Song Selection
  • Merlin’s Magical Academy
  • "All About Magic" Excerpt
  • Sword in the Stone Scrapbook
  • Film Facts
  • 2 Bonus Shorts
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    Release Date
    June 17, 2008
    Distributor
    Walt Disney Studios Home Entertainment
    Runtime
    79 min
    Rating
    G
    Year
    1963
    Director
    Wolfgang Reitherman
    Screenwriter
    Bill Peet, T.H. White
    Cast
    Sebastian Cabot, Karl Swenson, Rickie Sorensen, Junius Matthews, Ginny Tyler, Martha Wentworth, Norman Alden, Alan Napier, Richard Reitherman, Robert Reitherman