So I am afraid there is no Mickey Mouse or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, not even a rather neglected Fantasia. Instead we have a monster made from various body parts and Michael Hordern being chased across an East Anglian beach by bits of old cloth on some poles, which is actually uncannily effective. This is real hiding behind the groyne, or sofa, and “checking under the bed before you go to sleep” stuff. Next time you are walking up the New Road and Little Hyde Lane late on a winter’s afternoon, when it is getting dark, forget about Walt and just remember Shelley’s monster and James’ phantom. Have a Happy Christmas! Robert W Fletcher 18 December 2011.
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