Ironic since I was waxing poetically about how logic and order gives me peace over on fb.
On Saturday, C and I saw Beauty and the Beast in the theater. Now, I don't particularly care about the 3d aspect but the opportunity to see the ballroom and the library on the big screen? Absolutely not worth $13. We settle in and enjoy our 84 minutes of animated delight but every so often a niggle of something would intrude and cause my forehead to wrinkle behind my cardboard glasses.
In Be Our Guest, the line is for 10 years we've been rusting but then in the prologue the voice over (is it you, Walt?) says the rose will only bloom till the Beast's 21st birthday. So the curse went info effect when he was 11? That seems...harsh of the fairy.
And Maurice. I understand that the townspeople are sycophants and that you felt you had to rescue Belle on your own. But you really couldn't have put on a pair of pants before heading out into a blizzard? No wonder you end up coughing on the floor of the forest.
The whole Stockholm Syndrome/Beast is abusive angle never really bothered me when the movie first came out and all subsequent viewings and it didn't really bother me this time. I guess I ignore relationship red flags for pretty dresses and books? But it always did bother me that the Beast never fought back against Gaston until Belle showed up.
Really? You've known her for all of 4 days and you can't go on without her? That part of relationships bugs me, in fantasy and real life. Things happen, people break up and get sick and you should really be able to function as a member of society even if the love of your life isn't with you.
But I mostly feel for Phillipe. Poor Phillipe who just wants to eat his hay but nooo. First he gets attacked by wolves because Maurice can't read a map, then he makes his way to safety and Belle makes him go back. Then he gets attacked again when she runs off and has to carry the Beast, who must weigh as much as he does. And all he gets as a thank you is a stroll through the snow covered castle grounds. I'd build you a two story stable Phillipe.
But, man, the library. And the ballroom.
Ridiculous quibbles aside, sigh, this movie is made of magic.
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