June 22nd, 2011
When I was younger, I watched a lot of Disney movies (this may be why I am a little “eccentric”). Each year Disney would release a new film and I looked forward to it with eager anticipation. Then, after my family purchased our first VHS player, I watched the videos–each in their large, plastic case–so often that the tapes were worn to the point where no amount of tracking adjustments could remove the flickering bars of static (*note: those too young to know about VHS really are missing out on the joys of this medium and will just have to trust me here). Those were the golden years of Disney—before the ever-blowing hair of Pocahontas, before Tarzan used the jungle as his giant skatepark, and before the Emperor decided he was in need of a new groove (let’s be honest, who isn’t?).