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Disney's magic kingdom of formula and greed, of course - the milieu of fantasy where not only can animals speak and the ugly guy gets the beautiful woman, but people spontaneously break into the most achingly beautiful of orchestrated songs while alone in the wilderness.
Now it used to be, years back, that we were all willing to suspend our disbelief when live actors did the same thing on screen, but these days, sophisticated audiences that we are (you know, the ones who revere the late Chris Farley as a comic genius), we can accept such threats to reality only from animation.
A strange situation, when you consider how willing audiences are to shell out eight bucks and revel in the fantasy violence of things (national monuments, gas tankers, people's heads) blowing up in slow motion.
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