Pinocchio (1940): Favourite Films Series
Recently, I’ve been exploring many Disney animated classics in my series of movies that are less than 90 minutes long, and it’s reminded me of how my generation thought about movies like Pinocchio when we watched them on VHS as children, whether it was at home on a rainy weekend afternoon or at daycare with friends or at a family member’s house during a sleepover. I distinctly remember staying at my aunt and uncle’s once with my younger cousin and discussing which movie we should watch. We had an assortment of Disney VHS tapes to choose from, and I suggested Pinocchio because it was “the scariest” and we ended up watching it, but turned it off at the end because it got too intense for my younger cousin. We had no idea how much older Pinocchio was compared to some of our other choices like The Lion King or 101 Dalmatians. They didn’t stick out as “old” the way something black-and-white like King Kong did.
Even now, I find it easy to forget that Pinocchio, despite looking at a glance like it was made in the late 80’s/early 90’s alongside some of my other childhood favourites like The Fox and the Hound or Aladdin, was only the second ever animated feature film by the company, which is a testament to how well it holds up. It set what would become standards for Disney animation in the decades to come, and helped open the gateway to what is now possible with animated storytelling. Long before it looked like Ariel was swimming under the sea in The Little Mermaid, the use of corrugated glass over animation cels pioneered the visual trick of making it look like Pinocchio and Jiminy Cricket were walking along the sea bottom. Before Sebastian the Crab or Mushu in Mulan or even Thumper in Bambi, Jiminy Cricket was the original supportive side kick. Even beyond setting these templates, the movie itself remains endearing on its own terms, but it’s more than that. As I said in the intro, I liked it when I wasn’t yet too old to be willing to watch Disney VHS tapes because it was scary, but when I saw it for the first time when I was even younger, it both alarmed and fascinated me in equal measure. To be honest, I never really cared for the first song in Pinocchio that Geppetto sings to the inanimate puppet, but I was never that into the songs in musical movies like this as a kid, anyway; once Pinocchio comes to life the adventure really begins, and this is not really one of the Disney classics geared toward the musical lovers, despite having a couple classic songs. The story was based on the book The Adventures of Pinocchio, which was quite serialized, and the film feels somewhat episodic, too, but for some reason I always misremembered Pinocchio ending up on Pleasure Island before he met the fox and the cat. Honest John and Gideon are goofball characters who are ultimately pretty harmless, especially in comparison to some of the other nightmarish goons Pinocchio encounters. Stromboli slamming that cage shut on Pinocchio is the first real cruelty the puppet boy tastes, and later, the evil Coachman is even worse. It’s like a jump scare when he’s talking to Honest John and Gideon at the bar and his face turns bright red as he says, “they never come back…as…BOYS!”
Something unique I like about Pinocchio is the variety of villains throughout the story, with each one getting bigger and meaner. The Coachmen’s menacing shadow as he cracks his whip is nightmare fuel for young kids, and even at the earliest age, I just knew going to Pleasure Island was going to end up bad for Pinocchio somehow. It’s wild to see the kids drinking and smoking cigars—things that would never be allowed in a family-oriented film nowadays, not without at least a PG rating—and wilder yet to see the dark truth of the Coachman’s intentions. Long before I ever saw a werewolf transformation, I was traumatized by the idea of a young boy changing into an animal beyond his will. As Pinocchio’s friend Lampwick screams out for his mama, his shadow on the wall morphs from that of a young boy to that of a colt, and when we see him again in full, he’s a braying donkey. It’s twisted and horrific—and that’s why I love Pinocchio even more now as an adult!
Reflecting back on all the Disney movies I saw as a kid, a lot of them felt like “kids movies” when I started to get older, but when I got really into movies once I was free of those troublesome teenage years and became a film-obsessed adult, I wanted to go back and watch them all again, and the ones I remembered most fondly were the ones I owned on VHS or rented most often from the video store—these included The Fox and the Hound, The Jungle Book, and Peter Pan—but I never forgot about Pinocchio, despite not owning it or renting it as often, and bought the Blu-ray sometime in university. I’ve rewatched it a few times in the years since, and every time I find it just as compelling for its combination of childlike whimsy and ageless disturbance. It almost makes me wonder if Steven Spielberg was channeling some of the youthful terror from this film into some of his best movies. Obviously there’s the connection of the song “When You Wish Upon a Star” included as part of the soundtrack for Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but Monstro swimming after Geppetto’s raft is just as frightening as the shark swimming after the Orca in Jaws, and in so many ways, A.I. Artificial Intelligence is a high-tech retelling of Pinocchio.
I have to touch on the stunning finale, because it’s one of my favourite endings to any Disney movie. Monstro the Whale might be my first movie kaiju: a giant monster whale so massive and destructive and awe-inspiring it’s one of the main reasons I forget how old the movie is (I have a hard time comprehending that this movie was made and released so long ago, World War II wasn’t even half over yet). The animation is impeccable, every frame feels alive, and Monstro is truly terrifying. This is the real reason the movie was too scary and my cousin had to turn it off before the end all those years ago. The idea of being eaten by him was scary enough, but his huffing sounds preceding his enraged roars after they escape his belly still build up genuine dread in me as I watch. It also wouldn’t be half as great of a finale were it not for the old school, grandiose musical score.
Pinocchio is certainly not everyone’s favourite Disney classic, and I understand why, but for me, it’s one of the few I can still enjoy as much today as I did when I first saw it. I don’t know if it’s my personal favourite of them all, but it’s up there for sure, for all these reasons and more. When I adopted a cat back in high school, he had been given the name Disney, and I realized why: he looked exactly like Geppetto’s tuxedo cat Figaro. That’s the power Pinocchio has. For some, this movie is Disney. To think that a combination of just the right voice actors, seven different directors, over 750 artists, all under the leadership of one mastermind, in an analog era of global uncertainty, could result in a film as timeless as this, really does prove when you wish upon a star, dreams can come true..png)
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