The only movie to ever give me nightmares was Song of the South. I don't think there was anything frightening in it, but a bull charging a little boy who cuts through his pen is implied (boy darts under fence, bull snorts, cut to boy in bed with bandages on his head), and all through childhood, a couple of times a year I'd dream a bull was charging straight at my forehead. I can still summon the image to mind.
Well, the movie gives Disney nightmares, too, though for decidedly different reasons. For heaven's sake. If we can take Hattie McDaniel in Gone With The Wind, we can take Uncle Remus.
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