Watching As An Adult:
Tinker Bell is the most useless character in Peter Pan. She's so useless that the original actor to portray her in the play was a light bulb. Watching this movie makes me miss the light bulb. The light bulb had integrity. The light bulb had class.
Uh-oh, Tinker Bell is trapped in a lock. GOOD. Now we get a nice long shot of Tinker Bell's mystical butt as she shakes it until her skirt flips up, exposing her underwear. She's really twerking up a storm in there. The rest of the movie, which is mainly about a one-handed crocodile attack survivor's quest to kill an immortal boy, stops to show us this important action, and it looms over Tinker Bell like a mouth-breathing creep until she manages to gyrate herself to freedom. What is the point of this? How is Tinker Bell so inept that the only way she can escape a drawer is to perform the 2 p.m. show at a Tampa strip club?
Now that I realize someone had to animate that scene, I wonder how awkward it was for the Disney executive who had to decide how much cheek Tinker Bell's underwear should cover. Is there a memo from 1952 floating around the Disney offices titled "Why I Think We Can Get Away With A Thong, Walt"?