DH was in Saratoga, working, yesterday, and Jon was not home, so Lucy and I had grilled chicken and corn on the cob for supper and watched the movie Beauty and the Beast. We’ve had the VHS video kicking around the house since the early ’90s, but after a brief glimpse at eight years old, Lucy always refused to watch it. Too scary. Last night, at almost thirteen, it was perfect. Wonderful music and lyrics. “It’s like a Broadway show,” she exclaimed.
I’ve always had a soft spot for Beauty and the Beast, entirely due to the opening song, Belle, in which the heroine walks through her village with her nose buried in a book. I walked to school that way for many years.
The lyrics detail the typical reaction.
[Group of Women]
Look there she goes! That girl is strange, no question.
[Group Of Men]
Look there she goes! That girl is so peculiar. I wonder if she’s feeling well.
But behind that fair facade, I’m afraid she’s rather odd.
Very different from the rest of us.
She’s nothing like the rest of us. Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle.
Later, when the Beast wants to impress Belle with a fabulous gift, he shows her … his library. I loved it. Certainly the only Disney princess with whom I ever had anything in common!