Nah, it's quite clear you have none. That's why you choose to follow me around with your little personal vendetta rather than to even attempt to discuss it like everyone else is. I'm sure everyone is growing quite tired of your little act.

Vendetta? Nah, just calling it like I see it.

Vendetta? Nah, just calling it like I see it.

Sorry, it seems a whole lot more like an obsession....really. That's why you see it the way you do. We get it...you don't like me...we just don't care.

It's a legitimate discussion about something that's been a debate for decades now, and you act as if I'm making it up or trying to make something out of nothing. If you don't like the discussion, fine, don't join in. But making it personal because of your disdain for me is tiresome to all, I'm sure.

Sorry, it seems a whole lot more like an obsession....really. That's why you see it the way you do. We get it...you don't like me...we just don't care.

It's a legitimate discussion about something that's been a debate for decades now, and you act as if I'm making it up or trying to make something out of nothing. If you don't like the discussion, fine, don't join in. But making it personal because of your disdain for me is tiresome to all, I'm sure.

You are entitled to your opinion.

You are entitled to your opinion.

That's right, as we all are. Now you're getting it.

Good to see you're quite the Disney fan! Check out Fantasia, it's a remarkable film. The eight animated segments set to classical music selections are, in my opinion, awesome.

Now this explains a lot about you and me; because that movie scared the hell out of me! :lol: I think it was the only one that ever did.

 

My earliest movie memories were of Pinocchio, Dumbo, Peter Pan, and Snow White. Going to the movies was a special treat, and was a much bigger deal than it is now.

 

Our movie house was a typical little, one-screen theater in the middle of town -- right out of Leave it to Beaver. Inside, there were colorful lights shining on a grand curtain and eerily down the side walls at various points. The seats were all cloth-covered and plush, but squeaked a little when you sat down. It really was more of a true "theater," than just a box with a screen, like we have today. When the lights dimmed, you got goosebumps. Then, the music roared (always with a base drum) in the pitch dark for a second or two, before the projector beamed the first light onto the curtain up front. You couldn't tell what the picture was until the curtain raised or opened. Then everything was set for the previews and the concession stand commercial.

 

One of the best things about going to the movies was just the color of it all. At home, in those days, TV was mostly black and white. Shoot, when I was little, I used to believe that my parents actually lived in a black & white world, and that color didn't come along until after I was born. But Disney movies were all about vibrant color, which just added to the magic of watching them.

 

When you talk about a movie like Song of the South, you have to put race aside for a moment, and look at other Disney productions. Movies like Daniel Boone, Mary Poppins, and The Apple Dumpling Gang all presented a romanticized historical setting for their kid-friendly movies. They created idyllic worlds the way we wanted to see them and, in which, their silly characters could "safely" exist. Disney carries the same idea into their theme parks. It's a perfect, "Main Street USA" kind of world. So the Song of the South was just carrying on that tradition, and shouldn't be judged in today's more sensitive terms. It was a romanticized view of the 1800's from a 1940's perspective -- nothing more.

 

 

I will now dismount my soapbox.

On a tangent: Does anyone know the name of the dog(s) in this movie? My parents told me years ago that a dog from that movie was the inspiration for naming our dog when I was a child.

On a tangent: Does anyone know the name of the dog(s) in this movie? My parents told me years ago that a dog from that movie was the inspiration for naming our dog when I was a child.

Teenchy is Ginny's dog in Song Of The South.

Now this explains a lot about you and me; because that movie scared the hell out of me! :lol: I think it was the only one that ever did.

 

My earliest movie memories were of Pinocchio, Dumbo, Peter Pan, and Snow White. Going to the movies was a special treat, and was a much bigger deal than it is now.

 

Our movie house was a typical little, one-screen theater in the middle of town -- right out of Leave it to Beaver. Inside, there were colorful lights shining on a grand curtain and eerily down the side walls at various points. The seats were all cloth-covered and plush, but squeaked a little when you sat down. It really was more of a true "theater," than just a box with a screen, like we have today. When the lights dimmed, you got goosebumps. Then, the music roared (always with a base drum) in the pitch dark for a second or two, before the projector beamed the first light onto the curtain up front. You couldn't tell what the picture was until the curtain raised or opened. Then everything was set for the previews and the concession stand commercial.

 

One of the best things about going to the movies was just the color of it all. At home, in those days, TV was mostly black and white. Shoot, when I was little, I used to believe that my parents actually lived in a black & white world, and that color didn't come along until after I was born. But Disney movies were all about vibrant color, which just added to the magic of watching them.

 

When you talk about a movie like Song of the South, you have to put race aside for a moment, and look at other Disney productions. Movies like Daniel Boone, Mary Poppins, and The Apple Dumpling Gang all presented a romanticized historical setting for their kid-friendly movies. They created idyllic worlds the way we wanted to see them and, in which, their silly characters could "safely" exist. Disney carries the same idea into their theme parks. It's a perfect, "Main Street USA" kind of world. So the Song of the South was just carrying on that tradition, and shouldn't be judged in today's more sensitive terms. It was a romanticized view of the 1800's from a 1940's perspective -- nothing more.

 

 

I will now dismount my soapbox.

Fantasia scared you? :lol: You must have been pretty young when you saw it.

 

Great post, Birdsfan. You're right about the old movie theaters. I also agree with you on your point about the movie Song of the South. :thumb:

I have not seen the movie. I was making a statement in general about censorship. However,I suspect that a lot of movies made around that time could be found to have racial overtones. Film is considered art and art tends to reflect thie time in which it was cast. To censor that would be to forget a part of history and would mean we have to relearn the mistakes we made. I hear people throw out the term 'Orwellian' from time to time. To me,the absolute definition of Orwellian is censorship.

I have not seen the movie. I was making a statement in general about censorship. However,I suspect that a lot of movies made around that time could be found to have racial overtones. Film is considered art and art tends to reflect thie time in which it was cast. To censor that would be to forget a part of history and would mean we have to relearn the mistakes we made. I hear people throw out the term 'Orwellian' from time to time. To me,the absolute definition of Orwellian is censorship.

Great post!

No grandchildren yet.

 

But papa's movie library includes the likes of 101 Dalmatians, Snow White, Bambi, Sleeping Beauty, Beauty and the Beast, Hercules, The Lion King, Robin Hood, The Prince of Egypt, A Bug's Life, James and the Giant Peach, Cinderella, Mulan (my daughter's favorite), Finding Nemo, Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, Toy Story, The Little Mermaid, etc. So I'm hoping they won't be too deprived.:thumb:

 

I also saw The Sword in the Stone and Lady and the Tramp in there - I've just never watched them.

 

You need FernGully and the Aristocats

Joel Chandler Harris http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel_Chandler_Harris

Joel Chandler Harris http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel_Chandler_Harris

Joel Chandler Harris (December 9, 1845 – July 3, 1908) was an American journalist, fiction writer, and folklorist best known for his collection of Uncle Remus stories. Harris was born in Eatonton, Georgia, where he served as an apprentice on a plantation during his teenage years. He spent the majority of his adult life in Atlanta working as an associate editor at the Atlanta Constitution.

Harris led two significant professional lives. Editor and journalist Joe Harris ushered in the New South alongside Henry W. Grady, stressing regional and racial reconciliation during and after the Reconstruction era. Joel Chandler Harris, fiction writer and folklorist, recorded many Brer Rabbit stories from the African-American oral tradition and revolutionized children's literature in the process.[1]

Controversy surrounding his southern plantation themes, narrative structure, collection of African-American folklore, use of dialect, and Uncle Remus character, however, has denigrated the significance of Harris' work, especially during the latter half of the 20th century.

 

The part in bold I find sad. It's too bad some saw it as something it was never intended to be.

My final thought: It is easy to infer a racist messge from any artistic work produced 50-100 years ago or more. It takes a much higher level of thinking to see past the barrier of time in which it was produced and judge the work for what it is relative to its own era.

My final thought: It is easy to infer a racist messge from any artistic work produced 50-100 years ago or more. It takes a much higher level of thinking to see past the barrier of time in which it was produced and judge the work for what it is relative to its own era.

 

Well said!!!