Recently had the occasion to see "Yellow Submarine" again for the first time in years. It's still beautifully and imaginatively rendered, but it's either dated poorly or else I've grown up a tad. It's an undisguised drug trip; its heroes (the Beatles in cartoon form) are aimless and muttering; the plot is underdeveloped, serving only to string the songs together into a 90-minute Beatles video. Worse, the flick illustrates the basic tenets of the liberal-moonbat philosophy: that life is a pastel dream; that All You Need Is Love; that anybody who harshes your buzz is a Blue Meanie; that pop music is the single most unifying force in the world; and that the answer, whatever the question may be, is YES. Candy-coated poison, and as dated in its own way as "Billy Jack."
Review of Yellow Submarine
