What a famous movie Disney's Cinderella is. For all it's fame, I found myself laughingly deconstruction all the messages one could glean from it if they were so inclined. The only path to happiness is riches or royalty; the only way to elevate to that is with magic; glass makes a good shoe; one can only be born with high-class, and it doesn't rub off even if you are forced into abject poverty; a girl is only happy when married off, she is not the driving force in her life; cats are evil and mice eating holes through your walls is adorable, not structurally compromising.
Perhaps that wasn't the point... But Cinderella seems to me as much of a nightmare to feminists as The Lion King is to equal rights activists (and anti-monarchy people, which is most everyone; most people do not point out my favorite point though - that once two races are commingling on the pride-lands it becomes a wasteland and only when the good segregationist empire returns does the light come back). It is a fun movie to poke fun of, but it is not nearly as fun as TerryToon's version in 1938. I would have thought that this was a brilliant lampoon of Disney's Masterpiece if it didn't come out 12 years prior.
Perhaps that wasn't the point... But Cinderella seems to me as much of a nightmare to feminists as The Lion King is to equal rights activists (and anti-monarchy people, which is most everyone; most people do not point out my favorite point though - that once two races are commingling on the pride-lands it becomes a wasteland and only when the good segregationist empire returns does the light come back). It is a fun movie to poke fun of, but it is not nearly as fun as TerryToon's version in 1938. I would have thought that this was a brilliant lampoon of Disney's Masterpiece if it didn't come out 12 years prior.
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