Another Florida Film Festival encore, this short-form documentary decries the gutting of the Walt Disney Company's hand-drawn animation division. The movie's smartest conceit is to tell its tale of tradition on the skids in the style of one of those old Disney educational shorts like "Toot, Whistle, Plunk and Boom" that came complete with didactic cartoon characterizations and mellifluous male voice-overs. (RIP, Thurl Ravenscroft.) The deliciously snide juxtaposition is bound to get a chuckle from aware Disney-philes; the interviews with the animators who lost their jobs, however, are a dicier proposition. They do so much waxing rhapsodic over the extravagant perks they used to enjoy at work that the parent company's greed almost comes off as secondary. Is the issue here the abandonment of a great American art form, or somebody's hunger for free satin promotional jackets? If you believe it's the former, you'll be mollified by a touching scene in which one interviewee extols the timeless mastery represented by a single facial expression seen in Cinderella. You don't have to be a Luddite to believe that art like that can only come from the end of a pen.