This week on We Want The D, we're dipping our toes in the water of the strange and often sad world of live action Disney by watching the mixed live-action/animation film Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971). Why not Mary Poppins, you ask? Because Vicky, Nolan and Jill are suckers for self-flagellation, apparently. All the Nazi-fighting suits of armour in the world couldn't save this movie from its backward soccer rules, awkward midlife romance, boring songs, and disgusting garbage cats. But we got to see a 46 year old ethereal Angela Lansbury in a one-piece, so it's not all bad.

Disney's Peter Pan was a childhood favourite for all of us, but looking back, the horrors of this movie extend far beyond simple racism toward Native Americans. Join us in our second fan request as Vicky, Nolan and Jill shatter their childhood memories by discussing Pan the cult leader, Hook the sharp dresser and PTSD sufferer, Tinkerbell the abuse victim and psychopath (with bonus body dysmorphia!), Wendy the brainwashed innocent, and the rest of the cast of characters who help perpetuate the cycle of abuse and victimhood in the "wonderous" world of Neverland.

Welcome, dear listeners, to the most contentious episode of We Want The D yet. As Disney takes us on an experimental programme of picture and sound, Jillian delights in the smorgasbord of cute pegasus families and dancing hippos, Vicky struggles to contain her anger and confusion, and Nolan suppresses yawns of disinterest. But how can you blame them, with a film chock-a-block with odd Sorcerer hiring practices, media player visualizations, a unicorn donkey, and green blobs of nothing in particular? It's a recipe ripe for argument, and we invite you all to join us in enjoying the ambrosia that is Fantasia! 

Vicky, Nolan and Jill would like to apologize to their Mexican, Brazilian, and all other Latin American friends for this episode of We Want The D. They apologize for the silly accents. They apologize for a lack of knowledge when it comes to traditional dance or other cultural touchstones. They apologize for Donald Duck's extremely troubling sexual aggression. They apologize for forgetting the word 'piñata.' They apologize for not having any idea what or where Baia is. They apologize for it all, though perhaps not as much as Disney should be apologizing to them for creating this insane and baffling 'movie.'