For those of us here who are stoners, we've all had that experience when our high ends up being a total buzzkill. After three successful turns of watching Disney classics with green stained mouse gloves, I sank within the tangled weeds of my first dud bud.
I had once again gotten together with my friend Keith the night we decided on watching Robin Hood. I had been drinking that night, an added ingredient that should have upped the ante. Everything was in place. The weed was a good strength, the alcohol had been mentally spilled, and it was just before Keith and I's brief romantic involvement took a turn for the sour. The only thing left to blame was the movie.
The movie opens and Keath and I are immediately eye deep in stoner giggles. So you know, business as usual. We each just had a bong rip and the sight of cute little forest animals, wearing clothes and running from nothing against a white backdrop, is fucking hysterical. Not to mention the back-woodsy whistling tunes of ye ole' Rooster playing over the credits. And I can even remember thinking boy, already it's starting. This is going to be good!!
Until the opening credits ended and it wasn't. The rest of the movie totally flatlined, and not once did either of us make another titter of laughter or take a second glance at a cool visual. And it stayed that way to the very end.
As I mentioned in a previous entry, I was interested in going back and rediscovering the films from the Disney canon that were less than popular. A good majority of them, like Great Mouse Detective and The Black Cauldron, end up being underrated in their own right, and showcase an array of enjoyable aspects about them. Robin Hood does not.
Furthermore, Robin Hood has been stated by many to be one of the worst Disney films of all time. It feels and looks cheap. Not just cheap, RECYCLED. Little John and Sir Hiss are too reminiscent of Baloo and Kaa from The Jungle Book. It uses a format of taking a classic character from literature and combines it with the use of talking animals, which in the end doesn't work too well. There's an infamous dance scene that was taken straight from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Aristocats(common knowledge at this point). But all of that can be seen from the standpoint of an aged, sober Disney fan like us. Surely watching it under the influence could help us let our guard down and enjoy it as much as we did when we were kids, right? WRONG. It does not hold up, even through the use of narcotics. And that is just sad.
Is Robin Hood the worse Disney film of all time? I couldn't imagine it ever taking the place of certain Millennial failures like Home on the Range or Meet the Robinsons. Movies I would never even bother trying to watch high because they offered nothing from the get-go. But Robin Hood makes me question the idea, and remains at the tip of the pointed arrow on the 420 scale of bad Disney film making history.
At least many seem to think that Robin Hood is an attractive fellow for an animated fox.
And I won't deny that the music is good. Like, I'd buy the vinyl and listen to it on a Sunday morning when I'm in a particularly vintage mood.
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