Beauty and the Beast

So just for kicks and giggles, Nathan and I watched Beauty and the Beast last night, for nostalgia’s sake.  Neither of us had seen it for a while, so we wanted to see how it held up to our older, wiser, more well-rounded and cynical taste in movies.

So what did this 24-year-old think of it?

Dang, it’s a good movie.

There are some pretty gaping plot holes and massive gaps in the storytelling (Belle arrives at the castle, is captured, stands the Beast up for dinner, has her dinner with the song “Be Our Guest” and pisses off the Beast to the point of him driving her out IN THE SAME NIGHT, but somehow two feet of snow fell in that time?  Also, how it is that everybody, (including the horse) knows exactly where the castle is, but Belle’s father gets lost walking distance from it?)

But even though the plot holes are big enough to drive a truck through, the best indicator of how good this movie is that I did not care.  Yeah, I pointed out the plot holes, because I’m a critical douche like that, but it really didn’t matter to me.  I was too caught up in the characters, their motivation, what they were going through, the Beast’s transformation, the Broadway show tunes being sung by the cutlery and so on to worry about the storytelling gaps.

Plus, “Be Our Guest” has been stuck in my head for the last 16 hours now.

Even though it has its flaws, Beauty and the Beast held up.  I enjoyed it, and the climax was a phenomenal sequence, moving and impressive.

Overall, I give the only animated movie ever to be nominated for Best Picture at the Oscars an 84 out of 100.

For Attebiz Movie Reviews, I’m the J-Man.

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