I know it's important, when you're adapting a book, not to be too precious with your source material... but when we burned all our copies in a giant wicker phallus, I thought things had gone too far.
By the end of the sixth year of production, things had got pretty dire. The director and the lead animator were no longer on speaking terms, and the score composer was registering protest against his working conditions by only writing reggae tunes.
As long hours stretched into long days, discipline and focus waned and the production grew rife with costly mistakes, overruns and rampant drug abuse. As one animator said at the time: “Never in my career have I seen a production devolve so completely into a state of bestial debauchery. And I worked on Fantasia.”