"Get ready to cry your eyes out" I said to Jamie as I was putting the BluRay in the player. The movies was Dumbo (1941), and, man, if you don't get a little choked up when Dumbo's mom picks him up in her trunk during the "Baby Mine" sequence, you may want to run a magnet over your skull and check to see if it attaches to your skull, in which case you are, in fact, a robot, you unfeeling monster.
As a kid, I had a fondness for Dumbo, but I couldn't tell you where or how I saw the movie. The sharpest memory of the character from my childhood is (a) riding the Dumbo ride at The Magic Kingdom in Florida with The Admiral and (b) taking home a Dumbo stuffed toy from The Magic Kingdom. So, I'm thinking, I had a pretty firm attachment to ol' Dumbo from back in the day.
Then, during my tenure at The Disney Store, we could borrow copies of the Disney movies from a lending closet (they wanted us to actually be familiar with the Disney cartoons. Good on them!), and at 19 or so I was reminded of how much I liked the movie as I cried my way through a cartoon.
Poor lil' Dumbo.
