A timeless fairy tale, animated with passion and enthusiasm by the fabulous Disney old-timers (this would be the last time the "nine old men" collaborated on a film), trimmed of fat and hoisted, wriggling and fighting, onto the silver screen. Every frame is alive, ecstatic and energetic, with a heavy emphasis on stylized action and far less of the obvious frame-traced roto-scoping seen in Snow White or Cinderella.

Loaded with garish personality and iconic character designs, it's effortlessly magical, jolly and carefree; enduring in many of the same ways as The Wizard of Oz. Breathless and mischievous, perhaps a bit old-fashioned, though such genuine wholesomeness never really goes out of fashion, provided it comes from the heart. The opening act may take a little while to get moving, but once the kids are sprinkled with pixie dust and the whole crew takes flight, it's nonstop action and adventure to the very end. I forgot how much of a feisty, jealous little thing Tinkerbell could be.