Walt Disney's first feature-length cartoon has the wonderful sense of a pool of talents working at the top of their bent, holding nothing back. There is some canny borrowing of what works well in live-action movies, particularly the stuff on the Bloody Mary queen -- her shadowy Gothic castle (in the dungeon cell, a skeleton lies for eternity with an arm stretched through the bars toward an unreachable pitcher of water), her smoky magic mirror, her Mr. Hyde transformation into an old hag who's a ringer for Lionel Barrymore, and her demise in an exciting D.W. Griffith-ish cross-cutting climax. And the animation -- the density of the image, the depth of field, the singularized movements of the figures -- puts to shame practically all of today's scanty cartoons. (1937) — Duncan Shepherd
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