One of the first movies I remember watching at the cinema by myself is Disney’s Alice in Wonderland. My mom dropped me off at a summer matinee. I remember the tiny runner lights in the dark and mysterious shadows walking in and out like airplanes on a runway. I remember finding the movie deeply unsettling. I was very young and it made little sense to me. The characters were hostile and dangerous. And each successive scene was more and more confusing. I had bad dreams about being trapped in Wonderland many nights as a kid. I understand that the book is about Victorian politics in England and I don’t think the Disney movie paid much attention to that. And what was left is a nightmare of creepy but beautifully designed cartoon characters espousing nonsense.