Behind the Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

Um, could you keep that candle away from my dress?

Um, could you keep that candle away from my dress?

First off, a disclaimer.  There’s been a few who have sheepishly admitted to liking Disney movies.  If I were to say I hated them, a friend who blogs here, and has known me since I was twelve, would totally rat me out.  I do love these movies, well, most of them anyway.  That’s how I know so much about them.  Sometimes I watch stuff I like!  But it’s just so easy to find the goofy parts.  Pun intended.

On to the story, tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme . . . cause, um, you know the dinosaurs totally told this tale, usually in musical form. We start with a narrator who tells us about how this spoiled prince totally dissed a creepy old lady and wouldn’t let her in and oh oh she’s an enchantress.  She turns the prince into a beast who then has to find a girl by the time he turns 21 or he’s stuck a beast for all time.  Oh, and as an added bonus, his whole staff is turned into silverware, clocks, candles, furniture, and assorted knick-knacks.

I always thought something was off about that.  I mean, where were the prince’s parents?  And talk about an overdone punishment – what is this, Singapore?  Check out this clip from Cracked.com.  He focuses mostly on the intro, and he’s hilarious.

After the intro, we skip like ten years and meet Belle, whose name means beauty, so at least she’s not actually named Beauty like in the original stories, which, really, is just freaking asking for trouble.  In this version, Belle is lucky enough not to have any siblings.  Also, mom’s dead.  But you knew that.

So Belle walks down the street in her “old provincial town” where everyone around her breaks out into song and conveniently introduce themselves.  Belle is not a bubble head – she reads books, you guys.  They’re stupid fairy tales, but I’m guessing she doesn’t have much selection.  Since she’s smart and educated, the rest of the town totally doesn’t get her.  Having grown up in a small town in the very conservative Bible Belt, I can sort of get that.

Man, this town bites.

Man, this town bites.

The big handsome guy in town, Gaston, decides Belle should be his because she’s as beautiful as he is.  What’s odd to me, though, is that there are these triplet blondes that seem quite cute and fawn over him through the entire movie.  Like, hey, Gaston, Belle’s not the girl for you.  Marry the triplets.

But of course he has to have the one girl who wants him to get lost.  He has a henchman who is this freakish troll looking dude.  Come to think of it, there are a lot of these short, fat guys in Disney movies. Prince Charming’s father was short and squat.  Likewise, Belle’s father is short and squat.  Luckily Belle apparently took after dead mom in appearance.

Very, very lucky.

Very, very lucky.

Dad is an inventor, except none of his inventions have really worked up until now.  So I’m not exactly sure how he’s supporting them, but whatever.  He gets one working, and so goes off to town to show off his machine and get totally famous, which would be great if he had any directional sense whatsover.  Even the horse knows better than to go down that creepy, clouded road.

But he goes down the creepy road anyway in a storm and gets chased by wolves, and the horse, showing its superior intelligence, runs home.  Dad makes it to a castle that seems deserted.  Very quickly he figures out that it’s not empty, but has a talking clock, candle stick, footstool, tea pot, and cups.  Instead of freaking out, he just tries to figure out where the batteries are and all.  Me?  I’d be taking my chances with the wolves.

Mrs. Potts (she’s the teapot played by Jessica Fletcher from “Murder She Wrote”) asks if he wants a spot of tea.  Uh, not if it comes out of your nose, no, I don’t.  But he does, and he’s feeling lots better at least until the beast shows up.  This is a big surprise to Belle’s Dad.

I'm not drinking from that.

I’m not drinking from that.

I have a question already.  Why is he surprised?  I mean, I’m assuming this prince at one time ruled over this little town, right?  Or his missing parents did.  Yet he’s gone for ten years, and not only does no one investigate this, they totally forget about the guy?  I’d understand if we were talking like a century and the castle was covered by vines and stuff, but this is a pretty short time.  Oh, well.

The Beast’s attitude hasn’t gotten a lot better in the last ten years, though it’s hard to blame him, considering he went through puberty with a LOT more body hair issues than normal.  He yells a lot and throws the old man in a cell.

Meanwhile, Gaston has set up a wedding for Belle, only he hasn’t asked her yet.  But he makes a tempting offer – if she marries him, she gets to be his servant and bear him lots of stupid, strapping sons.  As hard as that is to resist, she tosses him out.  He’s not pleased.  Gaston.  The triplets are right there.  Sigh.

Go for the bimbos, Gaston . . .

Go for the bimbos, Gaston . . .

She’s worried about Dad, so sets off to look for him while Gaston drinks and tosses the triplets around.  Belle’s dad runs in and begs for help saving Belle from a beast.  No one believes him.  But Gaston comes up with a devious plan to get Belle by threatening her father with the loony bin. Good plan.

Belle makes it to the Beast’s castle and the candlestick is all excited because she might be the one who will break the spell!  She’s also the only female human who has entered the house in the past decade, but still!  I can understand the French candle’s desperation.  He’s probably tired of having his head set on fire all the time.

The Beast is no nicer to Belle than the old guy, but when Belle offers to take the guy’s place, he agrees.  He might be a beast, but he’s not stupid.  Girl trumps old sick guy any day.  So Dad is shipped back home by an animated coach (I wonder which servant the coach was?) and Belle is given a nice place in the castle.  See, Belle?  Your prison is, like, nice and comfy!

Oh, hell there . . . arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Oh, hello there . . . arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The living chest of drawers offers her lots of gowns to choose from.  Interestingly enough, they all fit Belle exactly.  So, then, were these the beast’s mom’s clothes she’s wearing or did he just happen to have women’s clothes there just in case he caught a girl?   I dunno.

Belle refuses to eat dinner with the Beast.  He’s pretty cheesed off about it, but can’t vary well shred her to pieces since she’s his only chance at being human again.  Later, Belle sneaks down and the dining room has a whole production number, serving this one girl every bit of food in the house.  The plates, the silverware, I mean everything is freaking dancing here.  “Be our guest, be out guest, we’re obsessed!”  I’m out of here!

Subtle, as always.

Subtle, as always.

While I like the song, I feel I should point out that the candlestick says the servants are sad because they have no one to wait upon.  That’s messed up.  Whatever.  Belle likes it and somehow the Beast doesn’t pick up on the Broadway number going on downstairs.  She asks for a tour, then curiously sneaks off to the forbidden West Wing. Belle finds the rose that’s supposed to bloom until the prince turns twenty-one, when he becomes a beast forever because karma is really freaking awful in this movie.

The Beast finds her, roars, she freaks, and runs out of the castle.  Wolves try to eat her, and the Beast saves her.  Belle has a chance to run, but she chooses to help the Beast back to the castle.  Some would call this honoring her promise.  Others call it Stockholm Syndrome.  Potato, Po-ta-to.

Unlike most other Disney movies, Belle actually spends a lot more time with the Beast, getting to know him.  Granted, she doesn’t actually have a choice in the matter, but still.  The Beast finds out she likes books and gives her a library, which was there the whole time, but whatever.  Belle’s happy.

They decide to have a date night, and get all dressed up.  Belle wears a beautiful form-fitting gold dress and they shove the Beast into a  suit.  I’m guessing the sewing machine made alterations on his dad’s stuff, or else dad was really freaking huge.  They eat dinner, then go to dance.

This really is an incredible scene.

This really is an incredible scene.

The ballroom scene is computer animated.  Remember this is back when computer animation was still fairly new.  And it’s breathtaking, the camera panning around the shining floors and the painted ceilings as they dance.  And the song is great too, even if it is sung by a tea-pot.  It’s not hard to believe that this movie was the only animated film ever to be nominated for a Best Picture Oscar.  It didn’t win, but boy did the nomination annoy a lot of the human actors.  Ha.

After the dance, the Beast asks if she’s happy, you know, being his prisoner and all.  And Belle’s like yes, because let’s face it her hometown kind of sucked, but she misses her father.  He shows her this magic mirror he uses to spy on, er, observe the world around him.  Belle sees her father acting like the useless doofus he is, and begs to go to him.  The Beast hesitates, probably thinking about how in a few days he’s gonna doom himself to being a beast AND let’s not forget, doom his staff to be furniture and kitchen appliances.

But he loves her, so he lets her go, cause if she comes back it’s meant to be, and if she doesn’t, you hunt her down and kill her.  Wait, no.  Sorry.  That’s Gaston’s method of love hunting.  When Belle returns, Gaston threatens to send Dad to the loony bin if she doesn’t marry him.  The Beast gave Belle the magic mirror, so Belle decides to prove the beast is real by showing Gaston the Beast in the magic mirror.  The beast is in the process of belting out a Meatloaf song, so he looks pretty freaky.

I would do anything for love . . . .

I would do anything for love . . . .

Bad move.  Gaston decides they must go kill the Beast!  Luckily, it’s not hard to stir up this stupid town into getting their pitchforks.  They have been seriously bored for too long.  Belle says he’s really kind, and Gaston asks if she has feelings for this Beast, and Belle’s a bit confused because she’s never been into relationships with animals before.  She does point out to Gaston that the Beast isn’t the monster, he is.  Oooh, snap.  Still, Gaston shuts her and the Dad up and goes off with his crew to kill the beast.

With the help of the stupid tea-cup and the Dad’s invention, they manage to chop their way out of the cellar.  There’s another storm, of course, and Gaston meets up with the Beast who puts up no fight while Gaston shoots arrows into him.  Meanwhile, the dishes and forks and stuff fight off the villagers in the only battle ever sponsored by Pier One.

When the Beast sees Belle, he fights back, and almost drops Gaston off the castle, but lets him go.  Gaston pays him back by knifing him in the back, but stumbles, and has yet another convenient Disney plummet death.  No blood, no fuss!

The Beast is dying, and Belle’s sad, and she says I love you, and then stuff starts getting really trippy.  In this big burst of light the Beast is transformed into the prince.  I’m not impressed.  I kind of thought the Beast was cooler.  Oh, well.  All the servants turn back into themselves, and the prince and Belle dance.  There will be time to find an entire castle worth of new furniture later.

You were a lot more interesting as the beast . . .

You were a lot more interesting as the beast . . .

How is it different from the original tale?  It’s actually closer than many of the Disney movies, but has its differences.  The girl’s name is Beauty and her father is a merchant down on his luck.  He gets a promising lead and so asks the girls what they want.  The sisters are all get me everything, but Beauty’s like oh, just a rose, figuring that’s simple and all.  Nope.  The Dad picks the rose from the Beast’s garden.  The Beast tells the Dad to return shortly, unless he can get someone to go in his place.

Dutiful martyr Beauty insists that she go, and the sisters are all, yeah, totally send her, cause they went to the same mean girl school as Cinderella’s stepsisters.  Beauty goes, and eventually falls in love with the Beast, but asks to go visit her home.  Beast sends her with lots of bling, and the sisters keep talking her into staying longer and longer.  When Beauty finally returns, Beast is dying, but she saves him with those same three words.

This is easily my favorite Disney movie of all.  What did you think of it?  If you had to be a household object, what would you choose?

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33 responses

  1. This is my least favorite Disney movie because of the lack of snappy, singing, anamorphic sidekicks. Other than Beast, of course.

    Household object…hmm, I say pillow. Always in bed. Or treadmill, never bothered and left alone.

    1. Um, I meant animal sidekicks. I have no idea where that came from.

      1. Oh, the animal sidekicks, yeah they did have enough with all the talking furniture. I especially hated the cup with the chip in it. Oops, I dropped him.

    2. Ha, yes, the treadmill idea is brilliant, provided you aren’t owned by that freakish Jillian Micheals.

  2. “Some would call this honoring her promise. Others call it Stockholm Syndrome. Potato, Po-ta-to.” Haha. Love these reviews!

    I’d be the stereo, because I get to sit around and listen to music all day 😛

    1. Stereo would be great, unless your owner really liked twangy Country music.

  3. I think it would be cool to be a cuckoo clock… though with my luck, I’d probably gets transformed into a toilet paper holder…

  4. Great post! Beauty and the Beast is one of my Disney favorites too, it makes me cry every time! And if I had to pick a household object to be…um well I guess a book doesn’t count considering I never saw them come to life, so I guess maybe an Ink Quill, that way I could at least write!
    And the Anything for Love caption nearly made me pee on myself, I laughed so hard lol! 😀

    1. Not sure about an ink quill – that might be like someone mashing your head into the paper and trailing blood . . . I think about this stuff too much. When I made that caption, I thought of the stupid Meatloaf video. “But I won’t do thaaaaat!”

  5. I honestly wasn’t crazy about this movie at all. I like the Disney movies that make me laugh…

    1. What Disney movies make you laugh? Hey, there was comedy in this one. Like, um, dancing dishes are hilarious and . . . what’s your problem?

      1. That wasn’t funny!! I like movies like Aladdin. Or the Emperor’s New Groove. Or the Lion King.

        1. Ah, good I’m gonna rip apart Lion King soon.

  6. I have always wanted to be a cat. Wait…wrong movie. How about a pot holder?

    1. It might get pretty hot, unless you were a pot holder in my house. Then you’d be safe.

  7. I had assumed that the curse sort of froze everyone at their current age, but I guess that assumption is wrong. Which makes this incredibly creepy.

    Then again, almost every Disney movie is creepy if you think about them too hard.

    1. If it weren’t for thinking too hard, where would I find post ideas? Hmm. Wait, you might have a point there.

      1. I have a point? Well, I suppose I was due!

  8. For some reason I’m thinking the original story behind this was creepier, but way better.

    1. Most fairy tales are creepier, for sure. At least they both end happily, unlike freaking Hans Christian Anderson’s stuff. I mean, sheesh.

  9. “Meanwhile, the dishes and forks and stuff fight off the villagers in the only battle ever sponsored by Pier One.” That’s it. Game over. You win the internet. Nothing will ever top that comment.

    If I had to be a household object…? A car maybe? Does that count. I think that would be fun. Or, maybe a kitchen knife, because then I would be… wait for it… wait for it… edgy. 😉

    1. Yay! I win the internetz! The Things liked that comment as well.

      Oooh, yes, edgy, and you’d be slicing through stuff all the time like a freaking ninja! And if you were a car, you could still get a boyfriend, like that guy on Strange Addictions . . . okay, bad example.

  10. One of two versions of Beauty and the Beast where the beast is better looking than the human version of him.

    If you want to review a really bad TV show, try the WB remake of Beauty and the Beast.

    If I was going to be a household object, I’d be a frying pan.

    1. Oh, yeah, there was that old TV show . . . that they ended in the most horrible way possible. WTF. I didn’t realize WB had a remake of Beauty and the Beast. I can only imagine.

      A frying pan? You want stuff cooked in you? Or to be hit over someone’s head?

  11. Forget Belle, I’d totally marry the triplets.

    1. And you could get a reality show on TLC too!

  12. I love Beauty & The Beast. And I agree, the Beast was way more attractive as the Beast rather than has the Prince. I guess that just made me “Team Jacob” then, beastiality over necrophilia any day! Or something.

    If I were to become a household object, I’d probably be something dull and boring like a table or a bookcase. Although perhaps with naughty tendencies to move just as someone was wanting to put something down on me…

    1. Ah! That’s exactly how I picture you. A good, faithful bookcase filled with books on spirituality – and one copy of 50 Shades, just because. 😀

      1. Yes. You always need something to hand for fire lighting purposes. I hope my shelves would also have Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series on them, and Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker series! Can’t be reading only spiritual books, that gets a but dull and boring!

  13. This is my fav Disney as well ! And its taken on a special meaning – after my divorce years ago I realized I was married to Gaston.
    “Pretty soon you’ll start getting ideas…. and thinking….”

    1. Belle: Gaston, you are positively primeval.
      Gaston: Why, thank you, Belle!

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