Winnie the Pooh: Springtime with Roo is materially about the kangaroo child of the title, the youngest and most innocent member of the Winnie the Pooh universe. It is not. Instead, it's a straight-up A Christmas Carol riff set at Easter, with the role of Ebenezeer Scrooge being filled by Rabbit (Ken Sansom), who's not even important enough to rate a space on the American DVD box, probably because Disney had the good sense to recognise that the irritable, bossy self-appointed grown-up among the animals of the Hundred Acre Wood isn't by any stretch of the imagination the most beloved by the franchise's young target audience. It is a damnable pity that this insight didn't come at the scripting stage, but we can't have everything in life.
Not that Springtime with Roo doesn't try to trick us: it opens with the warm, comforting voice of the Narrator (David Ogden Stiers, making a far better stand-in for Sebastian Cabot than John Hurt or David Warner) reintroducing us to Christopher Robin's bedroom - Christopher Robin who, incidentally, does not put in any appearance in the film - when the rattling copy of the Winnie the Pooh storybook distracts him. Out pops none other than little Roo (Jimmy Bennett), all ready to hear a new adventure of Pooh (Jim Cummings), or Tigger (the same), or whomever; the Narrator nicely assures him that this will be an even more special story, because it will be mostly about Roo himself. This is very similar to the gambit that kicked off The Tigger Movie, which was, in fact, about Tigger, making the deception complete.
Winnie the Pooh, this film very aggressively and obnoxiously telegraphs its intention to only impress and entertain very small children. Indiscriminate ones.
The film's biggest problem at the level of writing (and its biggest biggest problems are largely at the animation level, but we'll get there) is that it turns the Narrator into a very real, active character: he's been able to interact with the characters going all the way back to the 1966 Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree, Disney's very first Pooh cartoon, but this is something wildly different. No long just an avuncular, omniscient figure, he's become omnipotent as well, making decisions to alter the course of the story he's telling - he's the Ghost of Easters Present and Yet to Come, while Tigger is Jacob Marley and Easter Past - and while part of me salutes the film's decision to play with the longstanding franchise trope that the characters are aware that they're illustrations on a page, surely there was a way of doing so that didn't require being quite so violent in ripping apart the conceptual basis of the world. Having Tigger pull Rabbit backwards several chapters to mimic a flashback is clever. Having the narrator turn into a moral arbiter calls the causal nature of the Hundred Acre Wood into question in a way that should not have been done, I rather think.
It suffers rather more from the confusion about its protagonist: structurally, it has to be Rabbit, but Roo is given privilege of place, and anyway, who the hell wants to watch an hour-long story about Rabbit? Is he anybody's favorite Pooh character? Please, pipe up in the comments if he is yours, because I am desperately anxious to know why. Anyway, the point remains that Springtime with Roo has no real structural integrity to speak of, and as we have previously noted, the childlike simplicity of the Pooh series is not well-suited to consistent long-form narrative arcs, particularly not those which, like this one are already sort of defective.
Frankly, nothing that happens is very interesting, nor are any of the characters likable or dynamic in and of themselves: it is very much assumed that you already know and love them all, and are anxious for any little bit of time with them, even when some of them, mostly Pooh and Piglet (John Fiedler), are so barely present that if you didn't know from other movies and shorts and TV shows that they were important, you'd probably wonder why there was any bother putting them in. Roo alone is given any depth and attention unusual from his other appearances, and it's awfully hard to argue with a straight face that he's given any real personality: just the squeaky, boundless enthusiasm of a small child who loves to have fun and cannot be seriously kept disappointed by much of anything. Also, Tigger turns out to be Jewish.
† But it's miles below the quality of the classic shorts, and not even really in line with The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, a TV cartoon at a time when Disney's television animation studios gave a damn. I cannot, alas, in screen caps give a good sense of how stilted the movement is, and how little flexibility of expression the characters display. What I can do, and shall do, with great enthusiasm, is share lots of examples of these well-defined characters going back almost 40 years at this point, who had been animated by many studios with budgets at all sorts of levels under all sorts of conditions of varying prestige, going so unfathomably far off-model that even saying looks like a pirated knock-off made in an Asian sweatshop studio would be an insult to Asians, pirates, and sweatshops.
Consider a Pooh whose arms are almost twice as long as they're supposed to be-
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