Bongo Boo* reads a lot of animation blogs, and recently he shared a breakdown of the “Baby Mine” moment from Disney’s Dumbo. I want to share the link with you not because I am an animator, elephant, or magic feather, but because, to me, Dumbo will always and forever bring up an image of a Chinese baby girl crying. When my sister was a toddler, as yet unable to formulate words beyond “Mama” or sentences beyond “No,” she used to cry whenever Dumbo got to the “Baby Mine” part. She even slept with the Dumbo every night. Notice the title-indicating italics in that last sentence. She didn’t sleep with Dumbo the stuffed animal; she slept with Dumbo - the VHS tape.
I dunno about you, but that’s just fucking precious.
Of course, this all comes to me secondhand from my mom, but in the spirit of the week after Mother’s Day, I’ll happily continue to believe it.
Look at how sad this is! Gad, I’m just surfing the Net, for cryin’ out loud, and I’m nearly crying!
Maybe I’m still moved by watching The Diving Bell and the Butterfly last night. E, S, A, R, I, N,…
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