Once upon a time there was a man named Walt who liked to draw pictures. No mere sketches, these doodles did wonders for Walt and friends, the public’s appetite for daubed dwarves belting out ballads and ditties and moral lessons for all to learn seemed endless. But, dear children, life is cyclical, and Walt’s eyes would have to open to a whole new world, one of pixels and tweening and layer definition. The moppets, once so mad for Mickey, struck dumb at the sight of Dumbo, got older. Their own dumplings only wanted digital. The ballads were boring. The wisecracking toys are funny! Those insects are a riot, that forgetful fish so ironic, those superheroes so knowing, that robot’s so cute! That dog TALKS!!! What was Walt to do?
Well… buy them out, of course. And, when going solo, if you can’t beat them, then copy them. But… with ballads thrown in. Tangled is Disney’s 50th animated feature, a reworking of the Grimm fairytale Rapunzel, the princess with extensions to rival the gaudiest of gypsy weddings. She’s been locked into a tower, and the arrival of the caddish cat burglar Flynn Rider leads her on a journey to find herself amid numerous adventures.
