The Aristocats is one of the slightest of director Wolfgang Reitherman’s contributions to the Disney animated feature canon.
The Aristocats is not jazz.
Fantasmoland for the rugrat set. It deserves to be rescued from the garbage heap where most other Disney movies ought to be dumped.
The Jungle Book may be Disney’s greatest Mouse House party, at least up until the moment Mowgli reaches the perimeter of the Man Village.
Prince John and his thumb aren’t the only things that suck about Robin Hood.
It’s a damn shame they couldn’t manage to supply a villain with the balls of an Ursula, a Cruella, or a Maleficent.
With The Patsy, Jerry Lewis is generous enough to give the whole Dream Factory credit for the gags.