I Braved The Contempt Of My Friends Last Week And Ventured Out To See
"Bambi", The Disney Rerelease That Is Proving To Be A Hit Once Again In The
Box Office.
I braved the contempt of my friends last week and ventured out to see
"Bambi", the Disney rerelease that is proving to be a hit once again in the
box office. I was looking forward to a gentle, soothing, late afternoon
relief from the Washington Summer. Instead I was traumatized. As a
psycho-sexual return to the horrors of early adolescence, it couldn't be
more effective. For the first half-hour, you're lulled into an agreeable
sense of security and comfort. Birds twitter; small rabbits turn out to be
great conversationalists. Pop is what Senator Moynihan would describe as an
absent father, but Mom's there to make you feel OK in the odd thunderstorm.
You make great friends, fool around on the ice, discover the meadow,
generally mellow out. Then, without any particular warning, your mom gets
shot, your voice breaks, huge growths start appearing on your head, and
your peers start heading off into the clover with the apparent intention of
having sex. Next thing you know, the forest burns down. If I were still
eight, I think I'd prefer _Rambo III_."
-- Townsend Davis
