Another classic example of an outstanding masterpiece of literature completely ruined by Disney. My opinion of this sop is basically covered by the previous comments; however, the moment that really did it for me was Quasimodo sweeping joyfully down the battlements of the cathedral, all the while singing a canned melody. We see none of the beautiful story and deep, introspective look into human nature that the Victor Hugo novel contains. None of the horrible dilemma Esmeralda has to face, of her finally finding her mother (Paquette, la Chantfleurie) only to be ripped from her arms and hanged in front of all of Paris. And my final gripe, and a big one: the gargoyles don't talk! They're big hunks of stone, and are supposed to look more forboding than friendly. Perhaps if the original was a comedy, this would have done quite well. Yes, I know that it's Disney, and that unusual smartaleck companions are mandatory. But the point seemed to be missed big time. The book was heart-rending, this just gave me a headache. Disney, stick to mermaids next time.
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