If this isn’t mundane and pointless then by cracky I don’t know what is. But in my considered opinion, the voice of Kaa the snake from Disney’s animated Jungle Book is done by the same bloke who does Winnie the Pooh. Only Kaa is more or less totally unpleasant, and Pooh, of course, is a silly old bear.
My point is merely that if you listen to Kaa’s “Trust In Me” song with no picture and a vivid imagination, it’s easy to conjure a lost chapter of Pooh, in which our friend, mad with hunger, tries to hypnotise and eat Christopher Robin, followed by Piglet and rest of the gang.
Just a thought. Sorry 'bout that. I had to tell SOMEbody.
I have never been a big WTP fan, but as a kid, the Jungle Book always creeped me out. Especially Kaa. There was something completely, totally evil about that snake. Ugh… Now I’m never going to be able to look at Winnie the same again…
I like your thinking, Ross. It’s very close to my own. I was down with pneumonia once, had The Jungle Book on after my son’s Winnie the Pooh video. I thought it was delerium from fever.
Yesss! I’m NOT the only one! [goofy victory dance]
I do remember having that thought in my head actually. But now that you mention it, its a bit creepy. Especially that whole song bit. ROFL- The whole idea of not watching the screen but hearing the music. That’s insane, man.
The Jungle Book IS an insane little number in and of itself, though, I must admit. But cool, oh so cool. I mean, these disney characters have pizazz. As much as I love Atlantis and- well, no, I hate Atlantis- and all the other newfangled Disney movies, there is nothing like The Jungle Book.
He was also Roquefort, the mouse in the Aristocats, the Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland, uncredited as the adult Flower in Bambi, and Mr. Stork in Dumbo. I think Walt really liked him
But I always did expect Piglet to say, “Pooh, I don’t think you should sing like that…” or Bageera to chide Kaa about being “stuffed with fluff”.
I loooove Sterling Hollway. He was doing bit parts in movies as far back as the early 1930s, and was one of those people who always brightened up a scene. At revival houses, his appearance always gets a hand.
Oh, and Winnie the Pooh WAS mental. Ever read those books? It’s a wonder Piglet never tossed HIM into the stream.
Damn I thought you were gonna talk about the Winnie the Pooh satan thing that someone did. Now I’ve got the mental picture of Pooh hopping along singing “Yaks blood Yaks blood roley poley Yaks blood” What satans in my tummy? Oh no! Ok I’ll stop now.
Nah, Eeyore was more of need of mental help than any of them.
Eeyore in Disney was the “Oh, pity me, guess I’ll just hide in the corner til someone notices me” cute depressive in need of a hug. Kind of like the ‘cute’ drunk act of Foster Brooks, Dean Martin, Otis on “Mayberry, RFD”.
Eeyore in the original books was a snide, abusive, sarcastic, mean-spirited prick dripping with vitriol, killing any good mood faster than “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” played at the high school prom. Kind of like a couple of real-life alcoholics I know.
(Not that I am comparing depression with alcoholism, but the that’s the best analogy I can think of with a 100 degree fever right now.)
Thank you, Eve, I now have cough syrup all over my monitor.
Really, the entire Winnie the Pooh family is the pinacle of dysfunction.
Think about it: Pooh has a terrible eating disorder and probably a learning disability, as he’s described as “a bear of very little brain”. Piglet is paranoid. Tigger is ADHD. Eeyore is a depressive. Kanga is a smothering mother. Roo is the victim of a smothering mother and has latent juvenile delinquent tendencies (coming from consorting with Tigger. Owl has delusions of grandeur. Rabbit is a workaholic. Rabbits Friends and Relations are obviously very friendly because there’s just os many of them. And Christopher Robin made all this up as an escape from his homelife which must be pretty bad if he has to use a defense mechanism as severe as the good old 100 Acre Wood.
I love WTP myself but it’s just kind of scary when you think about it.
