Cinderella, the classic for kiddies, has been made into a charming full-length feature by the old master painter from Beverly Hills. From Walt Disney's drawing heard has some the usual colorful array of agreeable little animals, plus fascinating interpretations of several human types.

There are some surprisingly sophisticated characterizations in this film. Cinderella's wisked stepmother is an example. I doubt that a live actress could have made as odious as impression as the animated woman. The stepmother's facial expressions, particularly the piercing eyes, seemed to scare the whole audience; many actually huddled together when she appeared on the screen. A close second for sheer hateability is the stepmother's leering, sharp clawed cat. This formidable Tabby does everything in his power to hurt poor Cindy and her mouse friends. It was with great pleasure that I watched him meet his awful demise near the end.

The best caricature of all is the king of the realm, whose handsome young son finally marries Cinderella. Fierce one moment and lovable the next, the king is the perfect foxy-grandpa type. He badgers his poor yes-man Duke, whose best efforts to please the king are never good enough. The slapstick scenes between these two are hilarious.

The only thing wrong with "Cinderella" is that it devotes too much time to the activities of the mice. Versatile fellows though they may be, they are super-imposed on the original fairytale, and prolong the picture somewhat. But this is only a minor fault, since most of the time the mice are entertaining.

The movie is sprinkled with pleasant little songs like "Bibbidi Bobbidi," which, although they fit neatly in to the picture, will probably be short-lived. This is the only respect in which "Cinderella" falls short of Disney's "Snow White" and "Pinocchio." And that is going some.