The first movie my mother ever took me to was "The Little Mermaid". It was Super Bowl Sunday, I was three years old and don't remember any of it. Mom says I sat on the edge of my seat, had no interest in the popcorn and only backed up when Ursula was being all scary. I loved Arial. She was my favorite.
So when Disney released "Enchanted" last year, I was, well, enchanted by the preview. I remember slapping Amanda's arm in some movie theater, insisting we had to go. We did, we loved it and now whenever I need a little pick-me-up, I look this video up, even though I've long since purchased the DVD. My new favorite part? When Prince Edward hears Giselle's voice, goes "Giselle!" and bites his hand in excitement. Or when Giselle's running acrosss the grass ala Julie Andrews. OR when the older gentlement start dancing -- they were chimeny sweepers in Mary Poppins. Fine, I love the whole damn thing. Makes me laugh.
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