In this storyless and humanless paean to woodland creatures (Man is regarded as the eternal enemy, the bringer of fire, destruction, death), the Disney animators are able to give free rein to their appreciation of the natural world, of Romantic landscape, of animals' little idiosyncrasies, of types of weather and times of day (the opening travelling shot through the misty forest at dawn is a lot like a Disneyland ride, and a lot better than many of them). There is a large supply of silliness (some of the voices, especially); but that stuff weighs much less than the lyrical imagery, the Transcendentalist ideology, and the lumps in the throat. (1942) — Duncan Shepherd
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