In my mother's vocabulary, these pickthanks were dismissed as "The Grumblers." Herr Rosenbaum, for example, who lived in Apartment 45 directly below ours and who didn't see anything in Fantasia to go wild about nor found it a miracle of advanced cinematic technique to have Leopold Stokowski shake hands with Mickey Mouse-Herr Rosenbaum was very high on my mother's list of Grumblers.