watched pinocchio a few days ago. obviously i knew it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as fantasia but the same underlying magic is there.
even though it feels like the first "proper" disney movie in the sense of having more of a narrative, by modern standards it's startlingly episodic. things just suddenly happen. you just know if it came out today some dumbass 19 year old would make a two hour video essay complaining about the lack of foreshadowing. and it's true, for example it would've been so easy to throw in a moment where someone's reading a newspaper and goes, oh gee, that WHALE attacked another boat, it sure would be a bad idea to GO SAILING anytime soon. but the experience is better this way.
it's a very eerie evocation of being a child. villains appear and disappear out of nowhere without there being any sense that they could be stopped—only escaped or, better yet, avoided. the part where the other kid slowly transforms into a donkey is both hilarious and unsettling because he doesn't react the way a cartoon character should react. when he sees the first signs of his new body he lets out a bloodcurdling scream, like a real person might. at other times the unexplained/unpredictable quality of the storyworld isn't so much scary as it is wonderfully free and oniric. you can just jump into the sea and walk along the ocean floor if you need to.
as with snow white and fantasia it's the beauty and expressiveness of the narratively superfluous visual stuff, the sights and motions, that make the whole thing worth watching. the magic of close observation of real forms (e.g. the cat's movements) pared with physics-breaking imagination.
the worst part of the film is, of course, pinocchio himself. almost anyone would curbstop the little muppet if they got the chance, but being a bit nicer i personally just wish he wasn't in the movie.