Respect, Nine Old Men: Classic Disney Cartoons

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Category : Comics, Entertain Me, Featured, Geek Out, Television

Hey, kids! It’s me, Miss Hannah Hart, your friendly ghostdame of The Del. Just skipping about the Roku this morning in my luxe Resort Suite at the Hotel del Coronado this gorgeous summer’s day … and what did I find? Disney is giving up the goods: Classic Mickey & Friends cartoons!

Courtesy of Disney

I watched each and every one of Walt’s mini-flickers when they originally came out in theaters as early as the 1920s. Even after my unfortunate demise in 1934, I hightailed my haunted self into theaters well up into the 1960s. (After that, theater-going became a little sketchy in the 1970s, especially in downtown San Diego, Boston and New York. Icky and sticky.) Trust me, being a ghost up through the 1960s was much easier than it is now (far less crowded); plus, folks dressed a might better when going to the pictures. (Remember heels and hairbrushes, dames?) Disney animated shorts just filled up the dark, like a gentle flood of colour accompanied by the lulling sound of happy fantasy and storytelling. There’s nothing like a Disney cartoon.

Goofy's classic How-tos: How To Play Golf, How To Play Football and The Art of Skiing (pron. Shee-ing) Photo: Disneyland/JSDevore

If you’re only keen for Cars 2, WALL-E and the like’s cutting-edge animation; this ain’t it. This isn’t the latest evolution in cartooning technology; this is the original DNA, straight outta the primordial swamps. This is the genetic strain that runs through today’s Pixar genes, a Walt Disney Company subsidiary. Not familiar with classic Disney? (I sigh audibly here and swig my Pink Lady because I know, sadly, there are some half-portions out there whom have no clue about the likes of pre-Epic Mickey.) Just click on your Roku‘s Disney station and acquaint, or even reacquaint, yourself with the brilliantly-hued, richly-saturated, laugh-out-loud, pratfall-funny, simply-happy, Disney viewing. 

This is Hawaiian Holiday (1937) and a slew of Goofy’s pre-WWII How-to films: Golf, Swim, Fly and the classic The Art of Skiing. Yaaa-hoo-hoo-hooweeeee! Mickey and the Seal (1948), Clock Cleaners (1937), The Whalers (1938), a variety of Pluto, Donald Duck and Chip an’ Dale shorts, plus, for you mystery lovers, my fave, Lonesome Ghosts (1937) with Sherlock Mickey, Donald and Goofy.

(Aside: Apropos to mysteries and ghosties, Yours Truly is headed home for Hallowe’en! Dr. Harvey & Hildy and big bro Hugh better get their costumes ready, ’cause we’re all spending the holiday in Salem, Mass at the Hawthorne Hotel! I’ll most likely do the Bellatrix Lestrange thing and, Hugh, I just learned, is going as Dr. Devorkian this year. Brilliant, I tell you! Brilliant! To that end, the Hawthorne Hotel had better prepare for a few more hauntings that night! Hannah Hart ghost-post for October? Murder, but yes!)

Back to the ‘toons, these are the original, kippy, good old-fashioned, pen-and-ink, hand-painted, stunning, watercolour cels  from the ingenuity of Walt Disney and the WDC’s Nine Old Men: Ollie Johnston, Les Clark, Ward Kimball, Wolfgang Reitherman, Frank Thomas, Mark Davis, Milt Kahl, Ward Kimball, Eric Larson and John Lounsbery. Indeed, it did all start with a mouse … and a few ducks, a dog, another dog and a couple of brazen chipmunks.

If I may be so bold, Disney Channel online-programming department, if you’re reading, any chance of adding some Unca Scrooge, more Hewey, Dewey and Louie and, please-oh-please, any Humphrey and Ranger Smith shorts?! First you pick it up, put it in the bag. Bump, bump!

Chip an' Dale: Can you tell who's who? Photo: Disneyland/JSDevore

Disney, overall, may not float your boat. Maybe you’re too smooth, Abercrombie. If that’s the case, I can’t help you. I’ll wager you “don’t get” puppies, either. Those of you whom do appreciate the dynamic artistry, talent and sheer, organic purity and originality of early-20thC. animation, treat yourself: Roku Disney >>Mickey & Friends >>Classic Cartoons. No queue necessary; they’ll play one after the other.

My man Walt is laying it down like its Saturday night in Kansas City and I don’t care what you do or don’t think about Mr. Disney himself, his contributions to American industry or contemporary, digital animation … nothing beats early-Disney for the fine art of modern animation. Got a beef, by the by, with Mr. Disney? Good luck, ’cause now you got a beef with one Miss JennyPop! I dare you to take it up with his most gleaming, eternally Disneyfied devotee, my pally, Jennifer Susannah Devore. Them’s fightin’ words, for certain!

“How does Disney not continue to make this quality of film?” ponders a very digital, very modern-minded filmmaker I know and whom, almost by default, rejects any film made prior to the 1980s (A Pavlovian response, to be sure, due to being forced to watch “old films” by snarky, pompous, film school profs.). “Even the music,” he says, “when I’m not watching the screen, the music is so entertaining and fresh. It just makes you happy.” (Full disclosure: the filmmaker in question did his Master’s degree internship at WDS, in the old Animation Building, to boot.)

Walt Disney Studios, Original Animation Building Photo: Gary Dev

By the by, Miss Jenny, being a good Disney girl, a lifelong fan since weekly, family dinners at The Blue Bayou and, thanks to her Parental Units, having been an annual passholder since Year One, way back in the day when the Park started all that jazz, plus having worked at The Happiest Place on Earth during her Twenty-three skidoo! college days, knows just a few million bits of trivia about the Man, his Mouse and their House. (Don’t ask her about the Cars movies, though.  Other than the fact that Captain Sig Hansen did a voice over in Cars2 and that there’s a animated Porsche in one of the films, she’s knows squat.) Are you a Disney dork, too? Enter “Disney” or “Disneyland” into the search bar of her website, JennyPop.net, and you’ll find post after post of Disney goodness.

Miss Jenny in line at the Jungle Cruise. Don't talk smack about her Disney. Photo: Disneyland/Gary Dev

To that point, do you know how to tell the difference betwixt Chip an’ Dale? Why, it’s easy peasy lemon sqeezy! Dale’s nose is red, whilst Chip’s is black, similar to  … a chocolate Chip.

Disney and JennyPop fan of the first order. (The redhead, too!) Photo: Jason Ruiz

 

Abyssinia, Meeces!

Miss Hannah’s fave places to haunt online? JennyPop.net @JennyPopNet and JenniferDevore.blogspot.com

How Betty & Veronica, Uncle Scrooge and a Lonely Octopus Save Christmas

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Category : Comics, Entertain Me, Featured, Geek Out, Holiday

Horsefeathers! Hildy just e-mailed me and I say, Ba-loney! I’m absolutely zozzled with disbelief!

I don’t want to make a beef about this, but here’s the dish. If you recall my previous post, I told you cats I was off to Boston for a Beacon Hill Christmas. I also mentioned it’s no simple jaunt, spending up loads of my energy to get there. Sure, ghost travel ain’t the big brodie yours is, but it’s still no basket of blackberries in July. Well, guess what, kids? Dr. Harvey & Hildy, good ol’ Mum and Daddy, won’t be having a Beantown Christmas this year because they’re headed for Hawaii! Well, I told them that’s all wet! How could they? I’ve been saving up since summer for the Road to New England and they go all Santa-in-a-grass-skirt on me!

 

Hannah Hart? We found these in an old Next Day Air igloo at Lindbergh Field

 

To make matters worse, they’re taking big bro Hugh with them. It looks like I’m all alone, Santa Baby. Just my little dog Lindy and Moi. Home for the holidays suddenly doesn’t seem quite the raspberry I thought it was. Plus, how am I supposed to get all my presents? Try to receive a package as a ghost, or deliver one for that matter. The current residents inevitably either keep the goods or send them back marked No longer at this address. Duh, Dumb Dora. Even brown can’t do that. Murder!

 

 

Well, I’m nothing if not a Pink Gin is half-full kind of kitten. I suppose the upside is not only do I get a respite from Harvey & Hildy’s foxtrot flaunts, but I also get to remain in San Diego, in my gorgeous Hotel del Coronado. Boyzo! Is it ever bonkers with Christmas spirit! Better than that? I think I spied an old chum lurking over a Gibson in the Babcock & Story – and I do mean old . . . she’s been here longer than I. Dr. Lucia Devereaux, oceanographer, was the first hot scientist at Scripps Institution of Oceanography. She also had a knack for tinkering and a fascination with the new electricity fads of the day: a deadly avocation when combined with her vocation.

Pauvre Onslow: as commemorative holiday decor

Dr. Lucy’s been haunting the hotel since 1904 when – The Del being the world’s first resort to use electrical lighting – she naively tried to teach Onslow, her pet octopus, whom she housed in the hotel pool, how to run the nighttime deck lights. One sad splash! and that was it: she would reside where she died. Legend has it Onslow scuttled back out to sea before he died and today he still tarries about the shoreline, only able to see his Lucy from afar. Sometimes at night, you can see them waving to each other: Onslow’s tentacles from the sea, she her handkerchief from her attic laboratory. Each Christmas Eve since then, if one listens carefully over the crashing waves of midnight, one hears Dr. Lucy singing his favorite poem, Lord Octopus Went to the Christmas Fair by Stella Mead (1934). It’s haunting, really. Lord Octopus went to the Christmas Fair; an hour and a half he was traveling there …

 

She’s been adventurous lately, leaving her lab, now that steampunk is all the rage. Lucy’s a sucker for anything Victorian and mechanical. Lucky for her, the hotel gift shops have a plethora of steampunk décor and accoutrement: Onslow Christmas ornaments, clockwork art, vintage styled jewelry and sartorial finery galore for gentlemen and ladies in the posh hotel boutiques. If I can keep her out of the lab, I think it could be a nobby Christmas! Maybe Harvey & Hildy going to Hawaii is the best pressie after all. These hotel holidaymakers won’t know what hit when we jazzy kittens jolly up the joint!

 

Until the Christmas wingdings begin, I’ve got more than enough seasonal cheer and swell weather to keep me chipper. Best of all, I’ve got a stack of Mickey Mouse Magazines, Carl Barks’ Uncle Scrooge Adventures and even a few modern copies of Betty and Veronica. Oh, I do like that sassy and shiny Veronica! You wouldn’t find Miss Veronica Lodge at The Del in flip-flops and elastic-waist shorts … like some of you. (Cats, try to remember it’s an upscale resort when you visit. U.S. presidents, dignitaries and film stars holiday here. At least, please don’t wear your jim-jams out of your hotel room.)

Comic books for a chickadee like me? And how! You think all you alligators with your Superman, Spiderman and Star Wars tales cornered the market on comic book furor? Think again, dolls! Disney ink first hit the pulp in 1930 and I’ve been hooked like an old lady on a favorite Atlantic City slot machine ever since. I’ve even still got my very first comic book ever, a stocking stuffer in either ’31 or ’32: Mickey Mouse in Death Valley. Uncle Scrooge, Huey, Dewey, Louie and those brazen Beagle Boys have been taking this muffin on adventure after adventure for over eighty years. Topping the stack currently is my 1949 Walt Disney’s Christmas Parade.  My faves though? The Egyptian escapades; nothing’s funnier than a mummy chasing Donald Duck! Throw in Mickey and Goofy afoot of a mystery in the Scottish Highlands and you’ve got some rip-roaring good yarns! Don’t forget to check your Junior Woodchuck Guidebook for tips on overseas mysteries, just in case you’re headed to exotic lands for the holidays. (I hope Harvey & Hildy packed their copy!)

 

Now, I’ve got to go change. The Travel Channel is on the premises shooting Skating by the Sea: The Del’s beachside ice skating. First, I have to dig up my fur-trimmed, Sonja Henie skating dress, my white, velvet muff and then it takes forever to do my finger curls. (Listen up, broads. Ghost locks are paper-thin and refuse to hold a curl; whatever you died with, you pretty much keep forever. So, if you have some idea of when you’re going out, make sure your hair is looking spiffy.) As soon as I’m cute n’ camera-ready, I’ll dash over and make a few spins around the ice rink. See, when they get around to editing next year’s Travel Channel Hallowe’en specials, they’ll remember they think they saw yours truly in some of the Christmas footage. Hey, it’s good B-roll for them and I get to keep my footy in the flickers.

 

Dr. Lucy, wait!

 

Okay, dolls. Tootles and Happy Holid … wait, is that Dr. Lucy? Ahhh, it is! Sure enough, she’s headed for the bar! I think I have time for a quick G&T à la B&S. Damn, I’m never going to get to my comic books. Whilst she and I catch up, perhaps some of you can suggest other great comics (any new steampunk series?) and holiday cocktails for Lucy, Lindy and Moi this Christmas @JennyPopNet.

 

 

 

Abyssinia, babies!
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Hannah’s fave place to haunt online? https://www.amazon.com/author/jenniferdevore

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