It’s been over a month since I watched “Dumbo.” Life kind of got busy and crazy there for a while, but I still want to review it the best I can. So, here goes my attempt despite my horrible memory for film.
My initial response was excitement, to be taken back into a strangely colorful and bizarre world. Secondarily, I was surprised to realize just how short the film was. There was a sense of nostalgia with the trains, animals, and everything else.
The stork was creepy as hell. The older elephants were off-putting. And I was kind of disturbed by the fact that his actual name is Jumbo, Jr. But a grown woman was cruel enough to call this new born elephant by a name that degraded him. I was very confused why the train was a living train, when nothing else in the film that was inanimate came alive. And I just genuinely disliked the clowns. (Oh, how could I forget that bubble elephant? Terrifying.)
Despite all the confusing elements in the film, I loved Timothy Q. Mouse and Dumbo’s friendship. What a great encouragement. But as an adult, I’m really disappointed in the blatant racism with the crows. It could have been worse, granted, but the whole point of them just seemed excessive.
Most relatable character: Dumbo. I think everyone would like to think this about themselves. We – each of us – are the underdogs. We come out of the womb. People have their expectations of us upon first sight. This continues throughout our lives, but we must overcome obstacles and struggles. We must learn to fly, to soar higher than what others can see in us.
A huge lesson to glean from this film: despite what someone else says about you or thinks about you, use your unique skills and talents to prove that you are valuable. And maybe become a Timothy Q. Mouse for someone else.