ONE SUNDAY MORNING, I AM EARLY ON THE BEACH AND MEET the sun I find my way to the rocks, push my finger in the black, daisy- faces of the I grab a stick and stir the water to a cauldron, waiting for him to whirl out by I clamber on and now the sea is far below me, swelling and gurgling in the fissured rock. Clad in a dark suit that contrasts his shock of white hair, Sandusky . There, we were met by a gurgling stream and waterfall, a park full of ducks. Even his black hat was still wearing dust from the horse lot, yet as she came nearer, she could see that he'd Her gaze slid over his hard, trim body, and she felt desire gurgle in the pit of her stomach, like fire being stoked beneath an already simmering cauldron. “I wasn't expecting you to meet me outside,” he said.
The drama between the StepMother and Cinderella and the other ancilliary characters is alive and vibrant and lifts the whole movie up just on pure storytelling alone. Maleficent and Princess Aurora meet only once, and just for a few seconds.
He was a great looking -- and great sounding -- villain. The trouble was, he didn't do anything. Watching the film again yesterday, I was again struck by is lethargy.
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He sits around, gurgles fearsome lines of dialogue "How long have I thirsted to be a God among mortal men Tolkien had the good sense never to let us even approach this foul being. The Horned King is structured to be a fearsome creation like that, but he's undercut by his on-screen ineffectiveness.
The problems with the perceived Disney-family-film mandate are readily apparent in the film. Film is a visual medium, and usually if something isn't seen, it hasn't really happened in our minds. That film also was also about a band of misfits trying to face down an Unholy Evil, but the screenwriters knew that there had to be a relationship between Dorothy and the Witch, hence they gave Dorothy something the Witch wanted, and thusly the Witch never goes away.
Hen Wen should have been the equivalent for the Ruby Slippers, but the Horned King gets the oracular pig in the first twenty minutes of the movie, and then, after Taran's escape, the pig is safe with some wee-fairy like creaures called the Fair Folk for the remainder of the film. The Second Act begins with the same stakes as the first, and that's a death knell for any sort of decent narrative The Katzenberg cuts are rumoured to not be too severe, but still, they're galling to experience first-hand, as they come chiefly at the end of the film during the rise of the Undead soldiers.
These monsters are - in the final analysis - the stakes for the whole film, and seeing their scenes chipped away at has always left me with a quiet sense of "what if?
Seen from the perspective of the Disney animation of the 90's, which have seemed to become like the James Bond films in that an unhealthy sense of genericism has settled in, CAULDRON seems to be more powerful, more original, more bold than recent Disney fi;lms like MULAN, even if that's a claim that the film really has no right to. For that -- for that great bold neutered bravery, my hat is off to this film. To paraphrase Roger Ebert The DVD sports vastly improved visuals that really cannot be understated in regards to the wan VHS transfer, with smooth and saturated colors that make the VHS look like a black-market dub.
The VHS - we learn by watching the DVD - seems poorly produced to boot, with characters reacting to things that could only be seen on the other side of the wide-screen frame, and no attempt made to compensate there are very few actual "pans" in the VHS pan-and-scan version, we learn. The early first-act escape by the boy Taran from the Horned King's castle is of particular note. In the pan-and-scan VHS version, the soldiers look on in dread at the power of Taran's magical sword -- only we don't see the sword!
We lose much of the storytelling, much of the drama in the process. There is also an early shot on the DVD where we see a cat jump down from its perch, and the cat "pushes the frame" to Dallben, Taran's guardian. In the pan and scan version, the cat leaps completely out of the frame, and the resluting pan seems perfunctory, almost lazy - and its a poor representation of the true intent of the camera move.
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That sonic ambition returns to your home with this DVD -- the result is the most aggresive use of the home 5. If you think that feeling your couch rumble every time the Horned King speaks -- if you think that sounds like a lot of fun - believe me, friends, it is. He totally tries to fondle Princess Ellonwy on several occasions.
He does manage to do one good thing in this movie though, die. Yup, he sacrifices himself by jumping into the cauldron to stop the magic for reasons that were never made super clear in the movie. I stood up on top of my chair and applauded his death. Even 11 year old Steve Urkel-loving me would have hated Gurgie.
He should have stayed dead.
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Also like Wart, he has a bad-ass sword. For some reason the director thought it would be awesome to have a cool musical flourish every time he swings it. The bad thing is that he spends a scene pants-less around teenage children in the middle of the woods. Nothing good about him either. She also has creepily beautiful human woman eyes for some reason. The He-Man cartoon came out in and this movie came out in Mattel should have sued big time! The bad part about this guy is his death.
No one really kills him. I do want to say a couple of good things about this movie. The students and staff and fans of Penn State saw in their demigod something they could aspire to, someone in whom they could place their belief that anyone with a good work ethic and good values could achieve what he achieved.
It was seductive, and they were evangelized. And cast in bronze outside the stadium doors was the statue of the man himself, erected well before it could be called a posthumous monument. Before games, after games, and often during the long stretches of off days in between games, fans lined up to get their picture taken with the bronzed version of their idol. The statue showed classic Paterno, cuffed pants and all, in mid-stride, hand raised in the air, his pointer finger above his head: Smaller statues of players stood next to the golden coach, following his lead.
Two weeks before Sandusky was charged, Paterno became the winningest coach in the history of college football. The media descended upon State College, reporting breathlessly on every meeting of the Board of Trustees, digging for answers to all of the questions that remained, the biggest ones being what Joe Paterno knew, when he knew it, and what did he do about it. The message inside was clear: The students recoiled from the shock. Thousands of them, Paterno acolytes, poured onto College Ave.
It was those neatly-groomed, soft-spoken teenagers from Pennsylvania — the same bunch that saw fit to tip over a news van — who screamed, raged, laughed, cried and crowd-surfed. They drank beers and threw the cans at reporters who watched, mystified, as the mob scene morphed into a sort of late-night pep rally. Stop a moment and think, the fervent believers pleaded: How would you feel if the world said the one thing you believed in was a lie? On the other side, the agnostics: What did he know?
He could have done more.
He was protecting Sandusky, protecting the football program, protecting the university, protecting his kingdom. He should be fired.
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Did we misjudge him? What should we believe? They lined up a hundred yards deep at the side of the Paterno statue, waiting for their pictures to be taken with the memorialized version of the man who lived just up the block. They held a quick rally, a prayer before a game. No, the community came to a swift conclusion about Sandusky.
Not only because of the moral questions raised for all of us how far do we have to go, how proactive do we need to be to be morally upright? The case mattered because it involved a man who was literally an institution.
On our best days, we reporters try to live up to our duties as surrogates for the public: Can you believe that? Two months later, with all those questions still unanswered, with all the confusion and horror descending over the house and community that he built, the god was no more.