
Fifties Backlash
"Disney sold him into slavery, and he’s nothing. He's nothing."
Before analysis can begin, we must venture out and collect data.
"Disney sold him into slavery, and he’s nothing. He's nothing."
A non-compact topological group of bare-breasted women in G-strings.
"He’s so much of an institution that we’re limited in what we can do with him."
How to survive not war, but peace, with one’s humanity intact?
"A degenerate 'middlebrow' horror, mass-produced for profit."
Comical yet not funny, equal-opportunity in its portrayal of human folly, artificial in the extreme.
From 1944–1953, Mickey was a Mouse Without Qualities.
Single-night movies aren’t snapshots, they’re moonlit summoning rituals.
Mickey’s repressed characteristics had returned… in a deformed (duckbilled) fashion!
Beatnik gives us anti-highbrow Beat-ness without the exaltation.
Over time, Mickey became progressively more juvenile in appearance.
How best to convey the pathos and tragedy of the Ex-Ex-Human Condition?
Mickey had become a cash cow.
The unmentionable boogeyman is hermeneutic vertigo.