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Thursday, May 19, 2016

Oh, hang it all.

I was in high school when I first saw it.

There, right on the cover of a beloved Disney classic, stood a massive golden dick. It was my first exposure to the underground, salacious side of Walt's crew, and the kid who showed me kept jamming it in my face. Yeah, man. They have weird stuff in all their movies. 

While it might take a certain level of intoxicated detective work to unearth the slew of hidden sexual images buried into many Disney movies (not to mention a perverted imagination...and nothing better to do), it looks like there is indeed a case to be made for repeated inappropriate behavior on behalf of the animators. Yeah, horny teenagers may see dicks in just about everything, but sometimes, you don't have to even look that hard. The last Disney movie I saw? *whistles*

It was all about pulling out.


Maybe it's a cherished part of your childhood, but holy Hell is The Sword in the Stone an awful film to watch as an adult. Recommended by not only my beautiful wife, but also an attractive co-worker, these were some of the ugliest 79 minutes of my movie-watching life. Many a great man has come from humble beginnings...but this? This may be some sort of record.

Young Arthur is a doofus. And a wimp. And not the brightest crayon in the box, if you know what I mean. But apparently, he's going to grow into a legendary figure in British lore. So says a pipe-smoking buffoon named Merlin, a decidedly less-cool version of Mr. Miyagi.

See, ol' Dumbledore Merlin is a magician, and when he's not pontificating about modern inventions (well, 1963 modern) that no one has a f--king clue about, his life's purpose is to make sure young Arthur realizes his full potential. Currently Arthur is mainly in charge of falling down the stairs, but under Merlin's haphazard tutelage, he will become the King of England. So how does one make a king? 
Turn the kid into a f--king squirrel.

Duh.