Disney Movie Reflection: The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

So people who work for Disney almost always have a favorite character. Personally, I really like Mickey but specifically Sorcerer Mickey. Another friend loved Cinderella and another Snow White. I also had a roommate who love Grumpy and another who was really into Goofy. While working at the Tower of Terror, I met a lady who was a Disney lifer who loved Eeyore. Her love went beyond just simply being inclined to purchase Eeyore merchandise but was a full on love. She knew everything about Eeyore and the entire Winnie the Pooh enterprise. She wore an Eeyore t-shirt under her uniform everyday.

She wasn't an isolated Winnie the Pooh fanatic. Hundreds of people visit the park every year who are obsessed with a Winnie the Pooh character. You have your Pooh ladies and your Tiger ladies and Eeyore ladies. I am sure there are subsets who like Rabbit and Piglet and Owl too. Generally, they are over 40 and could be models for mom jeans and their hair is always frizzy. They are kind and a little melancholy and they usually have backpacks.

Anyways, that is a long frame for watching this movie.

The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh is set of cartoons about the same set of characters. There isn't a common plot throughout the movie. The animation is exactly what you can picture. What was most surprising about this movie is how developed these characters really are especially for a children's story. I guess it makes perfect sense as to why someone would choose Eeyore to be their personal reference point.

You've got neurotic Rabbit who is meticulous and detail oriented but selfish and Piglet who is more concerned with others and filled with worry and Tigger who is overconfident and cocky and adventurous and Owl who is a know it all but will help you in a jam and Pooh who is gluttonous and moronic but has a heart of gold. When you really look at it, what seems like very flat children's characters are actually complex renderings of real people and maybe somehow we can accept our melancholy by ascribing it to a pretty drawn character that is beloved. If we can love melancholy Eeyore, that maybe we can love my melancholy Eeyore.

Who knew The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh would be so deep?