Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure (1977)

What was it about the seventies anyway?

I’ve reviewed a few animated films from this decade by this point and they are all (with the exception of the Disneys) weird as balls.

But I get ahead of myself. I’m going to let you in on a little behind the scenes secret. Ever since this mouse escaped the rat race and started writing full time, I’ve actually had less time to devote to this blog with work starting on most posts a mere few days before they’re scheduled to go live. This can be a problem when I starkly under-estimate just how much there is to research on a given movie and go plummeting down rabbit-holes

And my oh my, Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure is less a field full of rabbit holes than a giant hole with occasional bits of field clinging to the edges. But okay, a little background.

So waaaaay back in the 1910s an American named Johnny Gruelle patented a doll that he named Raggedy Ann and then wrote a series of stories starring her, which were such a success that Raggedy Ann became possibly the first bona-fide modern American toy fad. And, of course, as Jane Austen herself once said “it is a truth universally acknowledged that a toy franchise in possession of a fortune must be in want of an animated tie-in.” And boy howdy, did Raggedy Ann manage to get some impressive talent over the decades. For starters, there was a short series of Fleischer cartoons that were (naturally) as charming and well made as they were horrifying.

No context for you. None.

There were also two television specials produced in the seventies by Chuck Mofawkin Jones. But, without a doubt, Raggedy Ann’s most famous foray into the world of animation was 1977’s Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure which is…well, it’s something.

Here’s what it’s like. Imagine Hasbro want a new Transformers movie. And the director they initially tap dies and so they bring in a replacement; David Lynch. And now Optimus Prime is dancing with a backwards talking midget in the red lodge. That’s kind of what happened here.

Lynch in this instance was Richard Williams, who we’ve had our dealings with in the past. One of the best animators to ever work in the medium, period, Williams was shanghaid into making a glorified toy commerical and decided to use that opportunity to have the time of his life. This film is basically Williams and some of his most talented animator friends (Betty Boop co-creator Grim Natwick, future Genie animator Eric Goldberg and Art “I created Goofy and sued Walt Disney for unfair labour practices, took him all the way to the Supreme Court and lived to tell of it” Babbitt to name a few) having a ball on the dime of the good folks at the Bobbs-Merril publishing company.

But is it a good movie? Well…

This movie’s Wikipedia page boasts that it’s “the first feature-length animated musical comedy film produced in the United States” and, despite the suspiciously specific wording I feel confident in hbomberguying Wikipedia on that and calling BULLSHIT. Off the top of my head, Snow White and Pinocchio precede this movie by decades. Of course, both of those movies are described by Wikipedia as “animated musical fantasy” rather than “animated musical comedy” but I have no frickin’ idea how Raggedy Ann constitutes a comedy but Pinocchio doesn’t. For one, Pinocchio actually makes me laugh.

I suppose the only argument that could be made is that it’s the first “animated musical” anything is that it was originally intended to be a stage musical, and then a live action stage TV special and then finally an animated feature. Oh, they did eventually make the stage musical complete with a poster that looks like what would happen if you told an AI to imagine an Indiana Jones/Strawberry Shortcake crossover as directed by Ingmar Bergman.

“What is this I see on the horizon? It is death.”

Oh, and holy fuck, this is how the play opens: Little Marcella (Raggedy Ann’s owner and a staple character of the books) is dying from a broken heart after her mother abandoned her father for another man which drove him to alcoholism. And then her dog tried to eat her bird which resulted in them both dying.

That’s not even the worst part! Marcella Gruelle, as well as appearing in the Raggedy Ann books was Johnny Gruelle’s real life daughter who died at the age of 13 from an unsterilised vaccination needle which is how Raggedy Ann got co-opted as a symbol of the anti-vax movement…gah!

Sorry! You see what I mean about rabbit holes! Okay. The movie. The movie!

So in a live action sequence we see little Marcella returning home from school with her favourite toy, Raggedy Ann. Because Ann sees more of the world outside the nursery, she’s become the de facto leader of Marcella’s other toys; Mr Potato Head, Rex the Dinosaur, Slinky Dog…*checks notes*

Sorry, wrong film. The toys are…the toys are bizarre nightmares quite frankly. I don’t even understand what half of these things are supposed to be:

What? What! WHAT?!

Anyway, we now transition to animation and, after introducing the real heroes of this whole endeavour in font that’s so incongrously wacky it’s gotta be taking the piss…

This is the text equivalent of your manager coming to work dressed as Spongebob Squarepants.

…we get the opening credits, which may be unique in the history of animation. I’ve certainly never seen their like. For you see, every character is introduced with the name of the artist who animated them. And I love this. You ever see the Key and Peele sketch where teachers are treated like pro athletes? This is like a movie from an alternate universe where the credit actually goes to where it belongs; the animators.

In the toy room, Ann tells the other toys that it’s Marcella’s birthday and that means she’s going to be getting some new presents. The first one has already arrived, and it’s crushed Ann’s brother Andy like a common witch.

“And he’s not only faaairly dead! He’s really very, very dead!”

They rescue Andy who sings a song about how he’s absolutely not a girl’s toy you guys, he’s a tough boy toy who does toy boy things.

Oh yeah, I should mention the songs. After all, this is the first feature-length animated musical comedy film produced in the United States*******. The songbook was written by Joe Raposo, who was responsible for some of the catchiest theme tunes of your childhood, including Sesame Street, Madeline and The Smoggies. He also wrote Sing which was covered by The Carpenters. So the dude has a very respectable pedigree which I hope will soften the blow when I say I think the songs are Raggedy Ann’s weakest element. And there are a lot of songs in this thing, 20 squeezed into an 85 minute film and they just grind all forward momentum to a halt.

The toys climb up the new box to meet the new toy who is revealed to be a space ranger Babette, a fancy French bisque doll.

Babette is none too happy of having to share a nursery with these American plebs, and wants nothing more than to return to Paris. Babette catches the eye of another toy, the pirate Captain Contagious who kidnaps her to be his bride.

This is the main plot, by the way. Raggedy Ann and Andy have to go on a quest to rescue Babette from Captain Contagious and his old-fashioned ideas of romance and this comes around 25 minutes into the run time. See what I mean about the songs slowing everything down?

So Ann and Andy climb through the nursery window and find themselves in the Deep Dark Wood where they meet the Camel with Wrinkled Knees, a blue stuffed camel who’s desperately trying to rejoin his caravan of camels. Who he sees floating in the sky like Pink Elephants on an Absinthe Bender.

Ann and Andy offer to let the Camel come back and live in their playroom after they find Babette and he agrees to let them ride him. Unfortunately, he starts seeing camels in the sky and races off a cliff to join them, and all three toys plummet into a giant canyon full of taffy.

What was it about the seventies? What was it about this decade that made people say “hey let’s just spend a year of our lives animating a bunch of random shit, just random nonsensical shit without rhyme or reason, one whole year of our lives doing that”? I mean, I’m not saying our current era of micro-managed, suffocated, corporatized animation production is better necessarily but I still don’t understand the thought process. In the taffy pit, Ann, Andy and the Camel meet The Greedy, a massive living goo monster that’s constantly devouring itself. This is probably the most famous sequence in the entire movie because it is:

a) Astonishingly animated.

b) Utterly baffling and terrifying.

And so basically functions as a microcosm of the movie itself.

The Greedy tells them that he eats so much because he’s lonely and desperately wants “a sweetheart”. Of course, Raggedy Ann lets slip that she has a heart made of candy which results in the Greedy trying to eat all three toys.

They escape, and come next to Looney Land where they meet Sir Leonard Looney who is just soooooo wacky!

I’m sure somebody finds this amusing but not I. Not Mouse.

Looney takes them to meet King Koo Koo, a tiny little monarch who can only get bigger by laughing at other people. Koo Koo wants to keep Ann, Andy and the Camel prisoner but they escape in a Looney Land ship presumably on loan from the Pepperland navy.

“We all live on a yellow…thing. A yellow…thing. A yellow…thing.”

They see Captain Contagious’ ship on the horizon and prepare to board her to rescue Babette, only to discover that Contagious has been overthrown and that the new captain is…Babette. She has used her feminine wiles to take command of the ship and now rules over her adoring crew with ruthless discipline and a whip.

Okay, someone was working through some kinks.

Ann tells Babette that she’s come to rescue her and bring her back to the play room and Babette is all “uh, no bitch, Babette’s going home” and has them tied to the mast while she sets sail for Paris.

King Koo Koo then attacks the ship with a giant monster named Gazooks who’s a big green blob. I mean, they could have just brought The Greedy back, it’s basically the same thing…whatever. Koo Koo orders the Gazooks to tickle them all. Laughing at their misfortune causes Koo Koo to grow to massive proportions. Andy realises that Koo Koo’s really just full of hot air and gets the captain’s parrot to peck him which causes him to explode.

In the real world, Marcella finds the toys outside in the garden and brings them back inside. The Camel is welcomed into the playroom and Babette apologises for selfishly seeking freedom from a life of being someone else’s plaything and even forgives Captain Contagious, calling him “a very romantic man”

“I see now you knew what was best for me.”

***

There are fans of animation and fans of animated films and I think this really is more for the former group than the latter. If you like your feature length animation served with a strong script and a satisfying narrative structure then, well, this movie will be about as good a time for as another Robert Williams animation.

But, if you like the idea of watching one of the most high powered animation teams ever assembled just going hog fucking wild on someone else’s dime, I can definitely recommend.

Animation: 17/20:

The problem with an animation showcase like this is that, while none of the sequences are bad at all, there are definitely some that are stronger than others and the incongruity of it all can get very distracting. Also, while the animation is frequently very technically impressive it’s not what I’d call charming. Many of the characters are frankly a little unsettling. I admire the movie’s animation more than I love it.

Leads: 06/20

I know it was the seventies and all, but it is still kinda galling that Raggedy Ann does essentially nothing in the climax of her own movie.

Villain: 09/20

Marty Brill gives a pretty fun performance as King Koo Koo.

Supporting Characters: 05/20

I feel like these characters were designed more to be interesting for the artist’s to draw and animate than for the audience to engage with.

Music: 06/20

No disrespect to Joe Raposco but this is a pretty terrible musical.

FINAL SCORE: 43%

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13 comments

  1. In all fairness, given Commandant Babette seems to be having the time of her life making Captain Contagious her little ship-wife, it’s hardly surprising that she’s willing to make him her ***** full time.

    Every dom needs a sub, after all, especially when all at sea.

  2. I think Pinocchio is a drama that is also very funny, not a comedy. I think Mr. Bug Goes to Town has the best claim to that very specific title.

    Here is why I think the ’70s were like that. Not many animated films from the 70s made much money until you get to 77 with The Hobbit (more of an 80s movie made early), Winnie the Pooh, and the Rescuers and that really leads to very different animated films dominating the early 80s/late 70s. I presume that meant lower budgets thus less production time. Smaller production time encourages less rewrites and simpler stories, thus more focus on crazy animation as the star rather than stuff like characters.

  3. The main thing is all these dang songs, most of which do nothing to forward the plot or develop the characters. Like, when we see the pirate and his parrot in the brig, they sing to each other that they’re friends. Wait, did I say sing? I meant they tell each other that they’re friends while music plays behind them.

    Also, the camel doesn’t contribute to the plot at all. But I can’t get too mad at that, since ethe ending with him being accepted by the other toys is nice.

  4. I have never seen this movie and have no pre-existing opinion. Having read your review all I can say is, “….huh.”

    But Guardians Vol. 3? Woo! What is probably the last (presumably forever) undisputedly great Marvel film, can’t wait to read it.

  5. What a massive swing this was, especially for the time. Though yes, it’s definitely something to respect more for the effort than for being an actually particularly good film.

    Enjoy taking a look at the last Marvel film I’m ever going to watch next time.

  6. I’ve always had really mixed feelings about this one. On the one hand, the animation is just pure trippy goodness, and it was always worth a rental if I wanted something weird, so I appreciate it for that.

    On the other hand, I actually grew up with one of those Fleischer Raggedy Ann cartoons on tape and damned if it wasn’t charming as hell. Way better story (still weird but it actually has a point), the camel actually contributes something, a sweet tone and ending, and the whole thing has a Wizard of Oz vibe. Also, Ann and Andy are a couple in the old version, so having them be siblings in this one weirded me out.

    Wish we could have gotten something as visually striking as the Williams movie, but with a plot and tone more reminiscent of the Fleischer one, that might actually be a classic.

  7. Well, the 1970s in general were a time of great upheaval, especially when the United States are concerned. Geopolitics aside (The Vietnam War in particular), the early-to-mid 70s were a really bad time for “Old Hollywood”: the huge sprawling epics flopped, the old guard was losing touch with younger audiences , who start to lean more towards movies that broke the classic mold in one form or another, the Grindhouse flicks, the spaghetti western, Exploitation, blacksploitation or sexploitation or what have you… The weaker the big studios got, the more hog-wild the independent scene went, drawing audiences specifically because it was wild and completely unlike the rigid, by the numbers big studio fare that came before.

    I can imagine that this extended to animation as well – heck, Ralph Bakshis work is so obviously heavily influenced by the aforementioned ex/blacks/sexploitation cinema style. And the great classic animation houses, like the big studios, were getting weaker and weaker, with Disney first and foremost leaning heavier and heavier into recycled animation and a rougher, cheaper and faster to produce style, which opened the doors for other animation productions to try and get notices, not by copying the Disney or Warner style, but explicitly by doing something’s that was markedly different, out there ans breaking with the “old studio” style. However, weird and creative doesn’t automatically make for a good story, and when the novelty wore off, that style very quickly fell out of fashion again. Where the studio system was revitalized by the “new guard” (your Spielberg’s, Lucas’s or Scorsese’s), animated films took a bit longer to find their footing again – though I would wager that Don Bluth breaking away from Disney, and the fresh animation blood coming in with Roger Rabbit (and the subsequent “Disney Renaissance”) can be considered animation’s equivalent to the “New Hollywood ” movies of the late 70s, it just took them about a decade longer…

  8. It’s interesting to note that the YouTube musical theatre critic Musical Hell also reviewed this film recently. She’s a bit more generous towards the songs, but she agrees there are too many of them. Otherwise, her observations are mostly the same…

    1. Well both the PlayStation 2 and TITAN A.E. are vintage AD 2000, so the answer depends on whether you think the graphics are of their time or a generation behind …

  9. Mouse, may I ask your advice on a matter of naming, please?

    I’ve been trying to conjure up a name
    for the local equivalent to Ireland in a setting based on Norse mythology and historic fiction (Think THE MIGHTY THOR and THE VIKINGS), but have found myself pulled between ‘The Isle of Orla’ (Which to my mind is a very pretty name*, but lacks mythic resonance) or ‘The Isle of Tara’ (Which certainly has all the requisite Mythic associations, but might be a bit too on-the-nose, in the same way that calling a Mythic Scotland ‘Dunedin’ … actually that name works like gang-busters, especially for a certain sort of Fantasy setting, bad example).

    May I please ask which you think would be the better pick?

    *This is not solely due to being associated with Ms. Orla Brady, but is not entirely unassociated with a youthful crush: the name, if memory serves, services from ‘Orlaith’ meaning ‘Golden Princess’ which doesn’t hurt.

  10. Is it cliche to answer: “Why were movies in the 70s Like That?” with “Presumably all the drugs.”?

    Probably. And yeah yeah breakdown of the studio system and social upheaval yadda yadda yadda but “Everyone was just tripping massive amounts of acid and doing mushrooms all the time” amuses me more, so I’m sticking with that.

  11. This is one movie I am actually embarrassed about not having seen, just because, well, to be honest, through my entire childhood I just loved the fucking shit out of the book (Raggedy Ann & Andy and the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees).

    I mean, I know this sounds silly, but this was my official fucking nacho-dorito-eating book, you guys, I would just sit it the fuck down and read it over a week every once in a while just for fun, (well, it was only 8 – goddamn – chapters) and if I ever get it out of storage it will still be coated with the ancient crumbs of 20 years past just to prove to the world how much I loved its acid-trippy imaginative storyline, comedy, and unique characters. And until I came of age, I would have called it my favorite.

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