Disney Reviews with the Unshaved Mouse #20: The Aristocats

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Want to hear a joke?

A talent agent is sitting in his office. He looks up when a family of cartoon cats comes through the door.

“What’s your act?” he says, and the father cat (who sounds weirdly like renowned jazz singer Phil Harris) says “Well, it’s an utterly subpar Disney movie with animation that barely rises to the level of competent, characters that are largely nondescript when they’re not either unlikable or totally superfluous to the plot (which by the way makes little to no logical sense), possibly the worst villain in the entire Disney canon and some wasted songs by the Sherman Brothers.”

The talent agent turns white as a sheet, pukes into his wastebasket and stammers “What do you call this act?!”

And the cat smiles and says “The Aristocats!”


Yeah, there’s really no way around it. I don’t like this movie. At all. This may be least favorite one so far. Do I like it less than Peter Pan? Yeah, I think so. Less than Three Caballeros? 

Three Caballeros batshit insane donald 11

Let me get back to you on that one.

So yeah. If you’re a huge fan of this movie (and this is Disney so I know there are people out there who watched it over and 0ver and over again until they could recite it in their sleep and the CIA’s psychological triggers were firmly implanted), I’m sorry. I am going to be coming at this movie hard. My exhaustive research (I read both the Wikipedia and IMDB articles on this one!) didn’t really uncover that many interesting fact about this movie. It was released in 1970 and was the last movie greenlit by Walt before he died.

I believe my exact words were "Fuck it, I'll be dead by the time it comes out what do I care?"

It’s amazing how few fucks you can give about something that you know you’re not going to be alive to see.

Watching this movie immediately after Jungle Book it’s pretty obvious that they were trying to bottle that lightning again. Phil Harris is back voicing O’Malley the Baloo-Cat, the Sherman Brothers are on song duty again (not that I’m complaining) and we have another cartoon version of a famous jazz singer, this time Scat Cat voiced by Scatman Crothers, doing his best Louis Armstrong impression (Armstrong was originally cast but dropped out at the last minute).   The problem is, just throwing a lot of elements together that worked in a previous film and expecting them to work again is a terrible idea and it almost never works. This kind of creative laziness would become a big problem in the decade after Walt’s death and it has periodically returned to plague more recent Disney movies like some kind of malign family curse.

Behold! The curse claims another victim.

Just as the old gypsy foretold!

The movie begins with the theme song The Aristocats, sung by legendary French singer Maurice Chevalier who was coaxed out of retirement by the Shermans for this, his final film role. Our story begins in Paris in 1910, where wealthy dowager Madame Adelaide Bonfamille and her cats are returning home after a long day’s being French. The cats are named Duchess, (voiced by Eva Gabor, dahling) and her three kittens Toulouse, Marie and Berlioz.


I’d tell you which one is which but I don’t really care and the movie doesn’t either. They’re being driven home by Edgar, their kindly, loyal, long-suffering butler.

Sweet old Gent

What a sweet old gent.

Edgar helps Madame Bonfamille out of the carriage and offers to take her parcel. What a nice man. But Madame Bonfamille tells him she’s fine and to keep an eye out for her attorney Georges Hautecourt. Georges arrives and

…oh boy…

This animation, people. None of the screenshots really give the full effect but this is the scratchiest animation I’ve seen in the canon so far. For some reason it’s especially noticeable in the scenes with Georges Hautecourt, with pencil lines clearly visible around him like Pig-Pen’s stink lines. I suppose it’s possible that this is intentional, an attempt to mimic the style of French post-impressionist painters (one of the kittens is named after Toulouse Lautrec, after all) but even so I can’t say I like it. There’s a saying in theatre: “I can’t tell if it’s minimalist or just shit”. Well with this movie I can’t tell if it’s being ugly on purpose or just ugly. Anyway, Georges’ schtick is that he’s older than Moses and is constantly falling about the place.

"Oh hey, Mary Poppins was popular too, right?""Yeah. Throw it in there."

“Mary Poppins was popular too, right?”
“Oh yeah. Throw it in there.”

Georges goes upstairs to see Adelaide, refusing to take the elevator and almost getting Edgar killed in the process. Poor Edgar, I’m really starting to feel sorry for that guy. Georges staggers into Adelaide’s room and they reminisce about the good old days and dance to Carmen.


“Look, I’m just going to put it out there. We’re all thinking “threesome”, right?”

Georges is here to help Adelaide draw up her will. Edgar listens in and the look of sheer joy on his face when he thinks that Adelaide is leaving him her entire fortune is just heartwarming. Then he hears that in fact, no, she’s leaving everything to her cats. To…her…fucking…cats. Not to charity. Not to her loyal, long serving butler who’s getting on in years himself and probably could use the money. No, no. To her cats, a species so dumb they consider a laser pointer the Greatest Prey of All.

So. We meet again.

So. We meet again.

I’m sorry. Maybe it’s just the fact that we’re still in the midst of one of the worst recessions in history, maybe I’m being overly sensitive but this really pisses me off. I don’t find this charmingly eccentric. I find this appalling.  Edgar deserves better than this.

Team Edgar

I feel your pain, buddy.

Adelaide goes on to say that once the cats pass on Edgar will inherit the money but really that’s beside the point. It’s horribly insulting to Edgar to put him in line after the cats. So this is the story of one butler’s righteous uprising against the pampered, elitist aristocracy of Paris, with Madame Bonfamille being chased through the streets with her cats at her heels while the mob bays for revolutionary justice?

One more day to revolution!

One more day before the storm!
At the Barricades of Freedom!

No, believe it or not, Edgar is our villain.  Edgar is the guy we’re supposed to be against.

You know what? Fuck that. I’m changing sides. Just this once I’m rooting for the bad guy to win.

Doesn't count. She's not a guy.

Doesn’t count. She’s not a guy.

You heard me. Let the word go forth. I am changing allegiance!

Unshaved Mouse declares Fleabags 3sb2xv

Okay Edgar! I’m on board! So, what’s the plan?

You’re going to kill the cats.

Oh boy.

Alright, you’ve probably already guessed why Edgar’s plan is developmentally challenged but let me just remind everyone. Madame Bonfamille is leaving the money to her cats in her will. Madame Bonfamille is not yet dead. So if Edgar kills the cats, he does not get the money. Assuming Adelaide doesn’t find out and get him shipped off to Devil’s Island faster than you can say “l’affaire Dreyfus”, Adelaide will most likely do what any of us do when their cats die. Get more cats. Then, Edgar’s back where he started, waiting for the cats to live out their natural lifespan. And that’s the best case scenario.

"Edgar, these are my new pets. They shall outlive your great grandchildren."

“Edgar, these are my new pets. They shall outlive your great grandchildren.”

Meanwhile, the kittens are having their self-improvement lessons. Toulouse is painting a picture which the other kittens decide looks like “Old Picklepuss Edgar”. Nice. That’s real nice. Man waits on you hand and foot and you draw demeaning caricatures of him. Oh, when the revolution comes, my furry friends.

Berlioz and Marie, however, are musical cats and Berlioz plays the piano while Marie sings Scales and Arpeggios. It’s a catchy little Sherman Brothers ditty but it’s pretty much dead on arrival because the kittens’ voice actors Liz English and Dean Clark are just…a very nice young lady and gentleman who do their best. And yeah. I just realised something. One of the kittens can paint a recognisable portrait and the other is a fairly competent pianist. Excuse me a moment.


Why, you ask? Because Edgar is a fool. He’s been left in sole custody of a cat that plays the piano. I repeat. This man has been given a cat that can play the piano. Look at this.

The keyboard cat in action.

Thirty million fucking views on YouTube. And it’s not even really playing the keyboard (spoilers). Can you imagine how much money you would make if there was no internet and people had to pay to see your cat play the piano? You could buy Latin America and rename it Edgaropolis.

Latin America

How much money we talking here?

Anyway, Edgar arrives with four bowls of cream that he’s laced with Sleepy Dreamy Nighty Snoozey Snooze. The cats tuck in and are joined by Roquefort the Mouse, voiced by Sterling Holloway.

Take a shot.

Take a shot.

The drugs take hold and soon Edgar is smuggling the sleeping cats out of the house in a bassinet and driving out into the countryside on a rotoscoped motorbike. He passes a farm guarded by two dogs Napoleon and Lafayette. Napoleon is voiced by Pat Buttram, a voice actor who I love because he does the same damn voice in every Disney movie regardless of species or country of origin. French dog? Sounds like he’s from Alabama. Wolf from Nottignham? Alabamian Wolf from Nottingham. Possum in the Florida Everglades? Must have emigrated because he sure as shit don’t sound like he’s from Florida, no siree. That sheer, donotgiveafuckitude is why I love him. He won’t do any accent other than his own because he’s not your damn performing clown. He’s the Disney canon’s Shaun Connery.

You're the man now, dog.

You’re the man now, dog.

The two dogs attack Edgar for…really no reason at all and that bugs me. I don’t want to see Disney villains be the victim of unprovoked attack. I don’t want to feel sorry for the Disney villain. I don’t want to have to consider their feelings or their point of view. I just want to hate them! That’s the point of a Disney villain, the freedom to experience sheer, undiluted, guilt-free hatred.

Ahhhhh. That's the stuff.

Ahhhhh. That’s the stuff.

Okay, yes. Edgar has just drugged four cats and plans to kill them in an ill-thought out attempt to get his hands on an inheritance. But these dogs don’t know that. They’re just being dicks. In fact, they seem so intent on flat out murdering Edgar that they chase him into a river and up the underside of a bridge.

Green Hill Zone

Anyone else hearing the Green Hill Zone music?

Why? Why all the hate? Edgar doesn’t deserve this. He’s not a bad guy, he’s just a desperate man dangling at the end of his rope! In fact…

Ah jeez.


So anyway, in the confusion, the basket with the cats is left by the side of the river. Duchess and the kittens are distressed to find themselves lost and alone in the countryside with only the Hypno-Toad for  company.



Berlioz remembers Edgar taking them out of the houses but the others don’t believe that Edgar would be capable of such insolence. A storm breaks out, and the four cats huddle together for warmth.

Momma? Is this where poor people come from?

Momma? Is this where poor people come from?

Back at the mansion, Adelaide wakes up to realise that the cats have gone missing. Roquefort, no doubt waking from a dream of Pink Elephants on Parade, overhears her anguished wailing and realises that only one person can save the day!

Roquefort Holmes!

Roquefort Holmes!

And he runs off into the story-wracked night to find them, one mouse against the world. Meanwhile, Adelaide calls the police.


“Oh please, detective! You must find my babies!”

Thank you, sir.

“We’ll leave no stone unturned Madame. Little Lucifer and her kittens will be back in your arms before you know it.”

"What? No, Duchess. Her name is Duchess!"

“What? No, Duchess. Her name is Duchess!”

Thank you, sir.

“Are you sure Madam? I could have sworn you said you had a cat called “Lucifer”.”

"No, you ridiculous man. I've never had a cat called Lucifer."

“No, you ridiculous man. I’ve never had a cat called Lucifer.”

Thank you, sir.

“Well, that’s very odd. Because when I was searching the crime scene I happened across a collar with the name “Lucifer” on it. Perhaps the kidnapper left it?”


“Oh. Well. That is to say…I used to have a cat by that name. Many years ago. I’d forgotten.”

Thank you, sir.

“Forgotten. I see. I see. Well, I’ll be in touch Madame. Try and get some sleep.”

Back at the river, Duchess and the kittens have met up with Abraham Delacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley the alley  cat voiced by Phil Harris. Harris is fine, basically playing the same role he did in The Jungle Book but it’s not like I’m going to complain about that. He’s introduced singing his theme song, for my money the best song in the movie (it’s still stuck in my head three weeks after I last watched this movie) and one of only two songs in the movie not written by the Sherman Brothers. Thomas O’Malley Cat was written by Terry Gilkyson, who also wrote Bare Necessities. I was so surprised to learn that yet another one of my favorite songs in a Sherman Brothers movie was not written by the Shermans that I decided to do a little digging on Gilkyson and…hot damn. Let’s just say that he’s had a career that is significantly more impressive than “Guy who got kicked off The Jungle Book.”  The man wrote Memories are Made of this This!

Anyway, O’Malley is instantly smitten with Duchess and offers to take her to Paris but backs off when he realises she’s got kids because O’Malley don’t want no Baby Daddy Drama. Duchess says that she understands perfectly (what she understands perfectly is left unsaid) and leaves with the kittens. O’Malley turns to the camera and says “Come to think of it O’Malley, you’re not a cat you’re a rat! Right? Right!”

And I don't need no damn anti-psychotic medication. Right? Right!

And you don’t need no damn anti-psychotic medication. Right? Right!

Having consulted with the voices, O’Malley runs after Duchess and the kittens and promises to take them to Paris. He does this by leaping on to the bonnet at a passing truck and scaring the driver witless.

We're going to Bahia! Right

We’re all going to Bahia! Right? RIGHT!

They climb into the truck and O’Malley offers to show them the sights when they get to Paris. Duchess says they can’t because Madame Bonfamille will be worried about them, but O’Malley says that humans don’t really care about their pets.


“Lady and the Tramp was popular too, right?”
“Throw it in.”

Back at the mansion, Roquefort’s returned after a fruitless night’s searching for the cats. Frou-Frou, Adelaide’s horse, commiserates with him but then Edgar enters the stable happily humming to himself and says “Hello to you Fro-Frou my pretty steed.”

No. No. You do not say that. Come on Edgar. Come on! You’re a Disney villain for god sake! Cackle! Hiss! You have all the edge of a Teletubby, this is embarrassing! Jafar is laughing at you!

This is no laughing matter.

This is no laughing matter.

Edgar shows Frou-Frou the headline of the morning newspaper, and proudly exclaims that he was the cat-napper.


Excuse me? That’s how…that’s how…THAT’S HOW!!!!

Excuse me.


I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let me try that again without screaming my lungs onto the screen.


Nope. Didn’t work that time. Okay, fuck it. This is no time for restraint.



I just don’t…how. How do I deal with this kind of idiocy? Oh, that’s right.



And I’m back. So. After Roquefort and Frou-Frou brilliantly deduce the identity of the cat-napper because he was stupid enough to FUCKING TELL THEM…


…Edgar realises that he left his hat and coat near where he abandoned the cats and gibbers that he has to go back and pick up the incriminating evidence. He runs out of the stable and Roquefort sputters “Why that sneaky, crooked, no good butler!”

And then the scene ends. Just like that.

Good job everybody!

Good job everybody!

Back on the road, the cats get thrown off the van after they’re discovered by the driver and have to walk the rest of the way. They follow the railway line but almost get run over by a train because in a cartoon if you walk on a railway line a train will appear in less than a minute it is a cast iron law. The cats have to hang off the bridge as the train thunders overhead and wait just a damn minute here!

Gay puree

Oh my God. Disney, you whore!

Well, I had to get around to this sooner or later. The Aristocats has quite a significant number of similarities with an earlier animated film, UPA’s Gay-Puree which was released in 1962. Some of the similarities are not really enough to make a fuss over, such as the fact that they both feature talking cats in Paris. But there are some scenes, like the train scene shown above and some of the character designs and kitten animation, that make me think there may have been some  plagiarism involved. I got no proof, mind.

Not yet...

Not yet…

Gay-Puree seems to have been largely forgotten and those that do remember it don’t seem to rate it all that highly but I honestly love it. Is it a perfect film? Oh hell no. But it is visually very interesting with some truly gorgeous backgrounds aping the style of late nineteenth century French painters.

Gay puree 2

It has Judy Garland as the singing voice for the white Persian cat Duchess Mewsette and some pretty awesome songs by Wizard of Oz songwriters Harold Arlen and EY Harburg. It also has something that The Aristocats sorely lacks, a properly boo-hissable villain in Meowrice.

Look at that mustachioed bastard.

Look at that mustachioed bastard.

In short, it’s a fairly low budget animated movie that tries its best to be visually and musically distinctive and unique, whereas Aristocats is a movie from the biggest and best funded animation studio in the world that can’t rise above the level of average. Guess which one I prefer.

Marie falls into the river (Marie needs to be rescued so often they should rename her Princess Peach) and O’Malley jumps in after her. He manages to save Marie before being swept downstream and almost drowns but is rescued by two geese, Abigail and Amelia. Abigail and Amelia are sisters, flighty, silly,  frightfully English and prone to bursting into fits of giggles at the slightest provocation wait just a damn minute here!

I repeat. Disney. You whores!

I repeat. Disney. You whores!

Yes, not only are Abigail and Amelia dead ringers for Cecily and Gwendolyn from the 1968 classic The Odd Couple, they even got actresses Carole Shelley and Monica Evans to essentially reprise their roles.


“That was popular too, right?”
“Do we own that?”
“We do now! Throw it in!”

What is this? Seriously, what the hell? Abigail and Amelia serve no purpose to the plot. They’re simply there as a pair of pointless celebrity cameos to remind viewers of a much better and more popular film. What kind of animation studio would just half assedly shove in a couple of celebrity voice actors and get them to re-do their most famous screen personas rather than actually take the time to write a worthwhile or interesting character…okay you know where I’m going with this.

Saw me coming a mile off, didn't ya?

Saw me coming a mile off, didn’t ya?

The cats and geese walk to Paris together where they meet the Abigail and Amelia’s Uncle Waldo. He’s a goose who’s been basted in white wine and so now he’s drunk. It’s funny!



Abigail and Amelia carry the old sot off and the geese exit the movie having done nothing to advance the plot, contribute to the character development of our heroes or even be mildly interesting or entertaining.

Good job everybody!

Good job everybody!

Back at the mansion Roquefort stows away on Edgar’s bike as he returns to the countryside to pick up his hat and umbrella. But Roquefort gets shaken off the bike and left behind in the street, rendering the entire scene completely pointless.

Have you realised I'm being sarcastic yet?

Have you realised I’m being sarcastic yet?

 We then get a loooooong ass scene of Edgar trying to get his hat and umbrella back off Napoleon and Lafayette. It’s not horrible, but it might as well have been replaced with five minutes of screentime showing this:



In Paris, the cats have arrived but the kittens are too tired to finish the journey. O’Malley offers to let them stay in his house. But a blast of hot jazz music from the house let’s O’Malley know that Scat-Cat and his crew have decided to crash. O’Malley tells Duchess that Scat-Cat’s a swinger, leading Duchess to give the deathless line “Schvinger? Vat’s a schvinger?”

Scat-Cat is played by Scatman Crothers and his band consists of cats from all over the world. He’s got an English cat, a Russian Cat, an Italian Cat and aw hell…

Racist Cat

Okay, well maybe it’ll be okay. Just as long as he doesn’t speak…

"Shanghai hong kong egg foo yung fortune cookie always wrong!"

“Shanghai hong kong egg foo yung, fortune cookie always wrong!”


Alice Facepalm

Moving on.

They sing Ev’rybody Wants to be a Cat and, fair is fair, it’s a great jazz number. In fact, they jam so hard they crash through several floor and carry out into the street.

Later that night, Duchess puts the kittens to sleep and she and O’Malley talk on the rooftops. He wants Duchess and the kittens to stay with him, but she can’t bring herself to leave Madame Adelaide. It’s supposed to be touching, but to be honest it doesn’t work for two reasons. One, it was already done better in Lady and the Tramp, and two; while Eva Gabor, dahling, was a pretty talented comedienne she never gave the most authentic performances. There was always a sense of artifice, a glitzy, larger than life Hollywood quality to her screen roles that made her unsuited to romantic scenes like this one. Just my opinion. You may feel that Duchess and O’Malley are one of the great romances of the ages, and if you do more power to you.

The next day, the cats finally arrive back at the mansion and start mewing outside the door. Edgar hears them while drinking wine and does not take it well.

New spittake

I, on the other hand, have a new spit-take image.

O’Malley and Duchess say their goodbyes and he leaves.  Edgar lets the cats in and promptly puts them in a sack and sticks them in the oven.

And…okay. That’s actually pretty villainous. Alright, finally!


Adelaide runs downstairs because she thought she heard the cats at the door.

Adelaide 2

“Kittens? Kittens?”

Thank you, sir.

“Meow! Heh heh. Just my little joke Madame. I’m sorry to bother you I was hoping to ask you a question about an unrelated case.”

Adeliade 3

“Oh really Detective, I couldn’t possibly right now, I’m too distraught.”

"Oh I understand Madame, and it'll only take a minute."
“Oh I understand Madame, and it’ll only take a minute. Could you look at this photograph please?”

Step mother

“You recognise this lady, Madame?”
“Certainly not. I have never seen her before in my life.”

"Oh I understand Madame, and it'll only take a minute."

“Her name is Lady Tremaine. She’s been on the run now for quite some time on a domestic slavery charge. We arrested her daughters recently and they claim that she also murdered her late husband.”

"Why those treacherous...I mean. How awful."

“Why those treacherous…I mean. How awful.”

"Yes. We believe she may be living here in Paris. Under a false name. You know her husband left her quite a lot of money. Probably living in luxury. Well. I won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye Madame."

“Yes. We believe she may be living here in Paris. Under a false name. You know her husband left her quite a lot of money. Probably living in luxury. Well. I won’t disturb you any longer. Goodbye Madame.”

Roquefort, sensing an oppurtunity to finally do something useful, runs after O’Malley to gets his help rescuing Duchess and the kittens. O’Malley tells Roquefort to get Scat-Cat and his alley cats and Roquefort is understandably nervous but O’Malley tells them to mention his name and he won’t have any problems.

Meanwhile in the stable, Edgar is preparing to have the cats shipped to Timbuktu. O’Malley attacks him and closes the stable door so he can’t get out.

You're trapped in here with me.

I’m not trapped in here with you. You’re trapped in here with me!

Edgar seems to get the upper hand but Scat-Cat and his band arrive and swarm over Edgar like a school of fuzzy piranhas.

Roquefort tries to crack the lock on the case containing Duchess and the kittens but the din from Edgar fighting the cats is so loud that he can’t hear the tumblers so he yells “QUIET!” and they all stop mid brawl.

Mid brawl.

Including Edgar. Which means that Edgar can understand Roquefort. He’s a man who can understand the speech of animals. He has the most amazing gift of any human being in history, and he’s killing cat’s for the chance to get an old woman’s money which he could make a thousand times over as the only living translator between humanity and the animal kingdom. Excuse me a moment.


Actually no. I hate them too. Let’s be honest here.

Team End

Alright, let’s wrap this up quickly. Roquefort busts Duchess and the kittens out of the case, the cats manage to knock out Edgar and put him into the case and he gets picked up for delivery to be shipped off to Timbuktu.

Not to distract from this happy ending, but he’ll be dead from dehydration in a matter of days.

So the cats are reunited with their mistress, O’Malley is welcomed into the family and Madame Bonfamille opens up a shelter for all the alley cats in Paris and her neighbours plot her death in darkened rooms. It looks like everyone is going to live happily ever after. But…

But I wonder…

"Yes. We believe she may be living here in Paris. Under a false name. You know her husband left her quite a lot of money. Probably living in luxury. Well. I won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye Madame."

“Hello again Madame. I believe you’ve been reunited with your kitty cats. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Adelaide 4

“Yes, yes, I’m overjoyed. Thank you detective. Now, if you’ll excuse me?”

"Yes. We believe she may be living here in Paris. Under a false name. You know her husband left her quite a lot of money. Probably living in luxury. Well. I won't disturb you any longer. Goodbye Madame."

“Of course, of course. I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll be going now. Goodbye Madame.”

Adelaide 4

“Goodbye Detective! …Fool.”

“Oh eh, there’s just one more thing. You remember that lady I was looking for? Tremaine? Well it turns out she had a cat named Lucifer. When you mentioned that you had a cat by the same name, it just seemed too big a coincidence. I wanted to rule you out so I had the hairs on that collar you gave me tested against those belonging to Lady Tremaine’s cat. I’m afraid they were a perfect match.”

Adelaide 4

I see.
Well played detective.”

"Thank you Madame."

“Thank you Madame.”

Columbo Closing Credits


Animation: 07/20

Scratchy, ugly, and with a lot of recycling and fairly uninspired character design.

The Leads: 09/20

Phil Harris is always value for money and his O’Malley is probably the highpoint of the movie. But I’m not a huge fan of Eva Gabor (dahling) and the kittens are pretty insufferable.

The Villain: 01/20

I feel nothing for Edgar but sheer, crushing pity. An absolute failure as a villain.

Supporting Characters: 06/20

One of the movie’s biggest failing is that it just doesn’t know what to do with it’s characters. So many of them are just superfluous window dressing.

The Music: 16/20

Some very catch tunes and a nice jazzy ambience rescue the movie somewhat.


NEXT TIME: We make another detour from the canon to and take a look at Bedknobs and Broomsticks, or as I like to call it Magic, She Wrote. 

NEXT UPDATE: January 10th 2013

Neil Sharpson AKA The Unshaved Mouse, is a playwright, comic book writer and blogger living in Dublin. The blog updates every second Thursday. Thanks for reading!


  1. Love the review as usual, unshavedmouse! This movie is a bit of a guilty pleasure for me, I actually quite enjoy it; but I definitely can understand criticisms made against it.

    I’ve always wondered and if you don’t mind my asking, how exactly do you get your images in that sort of “snapshot” frame with a caption underneath?

      1. Okay. When you upload new images using the Add Media button you can crop the image using the Edit Image function. There should be a caption box where you can enter text to appear under the image. Let me know if you have any questions.

      2. Ok thanks, I got it to work! I’ve always wanted to know how to put a caption underneath a picture; so I could use it for my forgotten characters project and reviews. Thanks!

  2. I entirely agree with you (aside from Eva Garbor….I mean, she is one of THE Disney voices (why do I have the feeling that you don’t like “The Rescuers” either?)).
    Nevertheless….I have some defences. Edgar is certainly one of the most pathetic disney villains ever, but his saving grace is that he doesn’t start out as one. That his motivation is basically bad math (why does he even care who owns the money, it’s not like the cats can spend it) is somewhat hillarious (though I think he is more fun in the German performance), and it is somewhat usual for Disney to see a villain, who isn’t greedy from the start, but slowly decends into villainously.
    The main characters are pretty bland (independent from the performance), but I like the characters they meet on their way, including the geese.
    Is it a good movie….noooo….but it is a very good kids movie and start in the Disney Canon. There is nothing terrifying in it, the music is catchy, and there are some really good jokes in it, like the dog who can tell by the sound of the shoes the place where they were bought and their color, the scene when the mouse forgot OMalley’s name, when the man sees him chasing behind the alley cats and the scene when the fighting stops for a moment (who cares if it makes sense, it’s funny).
    It’s not a masterpiece, but perfect for the early age group, without being mindboogling stupid – and that’s something hard to find.

    btw, some fun facts for “bedknobs and broomsticks”:
    1. For the German market, they not only shortened the movie considerably (the portobello scene is much shorter, the song Emeline sings in the library is missing, but most of all, they cut out as much as possible about the war and about the agressor being German…not everything, the movie makes still sense, but they tried to downplay it very hard.
    2. The German voices of the soldiers are so bad, they had to be redubbed because of the heavy accent (not that this is something unusual for american movies, they never really bother to use a native speaker for the foreign parts).

    1. Oddly enough, I quite like her in The Rescuers and I REALLY like her in Rescuers Down Under. I know, I may have been a bit harsh on this one, but something about it just rubs me the wrong way.

  3. Your harshness on this film is getting no complaints from me. It is along with Home on the Range and Chicken Little, one of the few Disney movies that I would consider to be outright bad. The Sword in the Stone could also easily fail into that category.

  4. I loved this movie growing up. Well, I actually loved every Disney movie (Besides the Latin American films and Black Cauldron bc I didn’t have them). But I especially loved Aristocats. So when I saw they you said it was probably your least favorite so far, I was shocked. It’s a great movie! But as I read your review and as I started looking at those scenes in more detail, I now definitely see where you are coming from. The supporting characters are pointless and Edgar is really lame. I guess it’s one of those films that as a child you’re able to overlook all of the bad aspects, but once you’re an adult you see that it has holes the size of China in it.

  5. I agree with you about everything in this movie. I was really disappointed when I watched this movie a few months ago. The main characters and voice acting is bland, the side characters are jut there for no apparent reason, the animation makes me want to stab my eyes with knives, and the viain is by far the most latheric (even more than Governor Ratcliffe). This movie is one of the weaker ones, and I believe it is around here when the studio started to lost their charm.

  6. You did realize, of course, that Stereotypical Asian Cat who utters “Shanghai hong kong egg foo yung, fortune cookie always wrong!” is Paul Winchell, the voice of Tigger, right?

  7. While I guess some of criticism is valid, I still have nostalgic feelings for this movie. And I like that Disaney for once made a movie, where the cats weren’t villains or a villain’s sidekicks. By the way, the subtitles in that picture from “Three caballeros” is actually in Swedish, my language.

      1. Ditto on the hilarious Colombo jokes- far more entertaining than the movie:-)

      2. I completely disagree. From the first use of the joke, chronologically, in the blog to now, every use of that joke has built a structure that severs the review’s flow, interrupting the course of the review like a box truck interrupting a family vacation.

        It’s like pulling the camera out from a tender romance scene in an upscale restaurant to zoom in on a completely different character buying groceries. Or, adding a pair of geese that serve no lord but The Holy Run Time.

        I am a fan of your skillful writing, otherwise. But, the joke started in the ground, and has failed to not feel like a brick sailing through the window when I’m reading your work. Which, I want to reiterate, is great! I particularly love your balanced approach to the film Song of the South, which caused me to seek it out, and start working my way through the Disney canon. As someone who missed most of the Disney canon growing up, I’m very thankful for your blog and your writing. You’re spurred an interest in animation that I didn’t have before.

      3. Perfectly fair criticism and thank you. It’s always a balancing act. The blog is part movie criticism and part comedy series and it’s always difficult to serve two masters.

  8. Ok. So, at risk of losing whatever sliver of respect you may have left for me after my stating a criminal lack of Tenniel hatred… I liked Aristocats. My family had fun watching it when we were younger and it’s got catchy songs. Enough so that Scales and Arpeggios was one of the first songs my sister learned on the piano. That and it’s one of the two non-mourning-era movies that have Pat Buttram in it and that guy is a blast. Napoleon was a popular quote source with my mother, with lines like “‘Cause I outrank ya” and “I’M the leader” being oft-echoed.

    As for Georges, say what you will, but I think his general devil-may-care attitude made him funny and at least kind of distinguished him from Dick-Van-Dawes. And his immediate gleeful reaction to expecting to get to file a frivolous lawsuit gave me a chuckle. Probably mostly from picturing the company probably having dozens of similarly eager suit-happy lawyers. They’ve got to have a ton of them being the type of company to be able to answer the question of “do we own it?” with “we do now”.

    You know, when I watched Aristocats when I was older, I had to wonder why a bowl of cream with enough sleeping pills in it for a suicidal person’s pleasure couldn’t even finish a mouse. Though I guess Roquefort didn’t have that much of it, but still, it’s kind of a wonder the cats didn’t end up in a sleep from which they would never wake. In any case, your Dumbo reference cracked me up there.

    Watch it with the knocking of the villain’s letting his own scheme loose, Mouse. The great Scar and Frollo might take issue to that. Yeah, I guess they only gloated when they thought it was checkmate for them, but from Edgar’s point of view those pampered house pets were as good as dead out there already, and he was gloating to an animal who from his perspective likely couldn’t do a thing about what he told her and probably didn’t even understand it. As far as he was concerned, it was the same as bragging to the Mona Lisa.

    Wait a minute, did the Odd Couple name a pair of their characters after ones from an Oscar Wilde play on purpose? Their personalities make me think I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. Hmm. And at least I’ve got to give the geese credit for saving O’Malley and getting the cats to Paris. Without them, the cats might be literally up the creek.

    And I dunno, I figured Edgar just froze from the shock of hearing such a loud squeak. I think the ringmaster from Dumbo probably needs a bigger shaming. He could understand a mouse in his sleep, why go to the trouble of spending a small fortune to feed a herd of elephants?

    Well, at least Columbo got a happy ending. I wonder if he ever will catch Widowmaker. That wily ol’ bronco.

  9. Well… I have to randomly leave another comment in this review, because I just realized that I never expressed my opinion on Edgar. And that opinion is basically: I don’t agree with you at all. Sure, Edgar is not the most badass villain. But then you have to remember, that the protagonists are a family of innocent cats. So a more powerful antagonist would just be wrong for this movie. And also, pathetic is not necessarily the same thing as sympathetic. As a cat owner, I simply can’t feel any pity for Edgar after he tries to hurt the cats. I rather feel hatred. So there you go…

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