Reading Kristy’s post about how no one exemplifies male entitlement like Gaston got me thinking about Beauty and the Beast. About how Jerry Orbach does the best overexaggerated French accent, and how Beast in his human form looks weirdly like Jesus, and about how everyone in the Beast’s castle has to be stuck in a time loop, right? Because otherwise the family members of all his servants surely would have started to wonder where they are. There wasn’t exactly a hugely reliable postal service in pre-Revolutionary France, but still. “Hey, when was the last time you heard from your brother Lumiere?” “Oh, not long. I think… ten years? Really?”
But always the lingering bitterness at the back of my mind that has always kept me from fully embracing Beauty and the Beast…
Belle bugs me.
And here’s why.